23 january 2008

you that hunger lies within
it drinks you out and keeps you in

some times i see that spiraled stair
i taste the mouth that is my own
as you are me
and i am yours

and i is me is mine

some times i hear that crinkled laugh
like lonely birds drinking gin
as hollowed sharp
as melodies
and i am me is sighing

so long and far
that dark-brood dream
yet birds their voices chime

you that will spread out forever
in this tired thought of mine

11 january 2008

oh poor girl
that come to me
11, 6, mother mary
that gold-haired junebug
scattered pits,
and then who hold your secret?

lights off hands up
you see a haven, heaven
it's too good for not-too much

snap that wire
wrap round yellow
rev-er-berate that speckled cud
that little mother mary

05 january 2008

to you unfold is to fold and crease
licking corners, to rip to curl
those chinese finger traps
coming through that
finger trap
all shine and soft and new

and all the world's a stage.
and styx and stones
and
deux ex machina
swing me away

to fireshade, orange and gray
that seeps
and
drips through his small face
howling, swallowing each new moonshine
supermarkets with neon fruits and the old man
"are you my angel,"
and the rest has been said
and deux ex machina
took him away

04 december 2007

fingertip lace--
that silver sparkle
glimmering
beckoning touch--distraction and contraction
of words flying darts at me
your wide hips that haunt my dreams

and softly sticking sideways
smiles
you write my name in angel skin
and kiss the air to right again
my sweetly secret never-been

25 november 2007

twig's wick
a breathing aching pointed thumb
her eye dents on rusted doorknobs
brassy finish to her sunshine skin
the whiteness of air
of seconds,
time,
bring dark shapes to her snapshot mind
and birds prey on her selfless frame
weighing her beads of sweat
and crackle-snaps of berry wine

footprint bruises along glassy blades
of grass
and flesh
red and green arrows,
boldness,
clash with crystal words of morrison,
ibsen, chopin, hooks

then quiet release breaks
her noisy stare

19 november 2007

you are still water
parentheses
arching(forward, back at me--
you hear the needing,
olive spheres)
your roughness that i'll never see

comma,
space
an echo-hum electric sea
the fog beneath your silent
tongue tripping over me

warm brushing edges
the trusted fate,
a paper love without green leaves.

26 may 2007

i swell
heart clenched arms stretched
empujala
while i pull

sweetly tangled
midsleep in
your comfort,
mine,
your weak hands that i love

(te jalo dentro de mis sueños
tocando mi vida con las puntas de mis dedos)