Thursday, May 23, 2013
You Were
There once was more to everything. Then you were here, the new kid from Brooklyn.
Fishnets and lipstick, vulgarity and grace. Then you were gone.
Rust
Rust crawled over the lattice,
poked its fingers underneath the
door, put its eye to the keyhole,
possessed the
constant stream of euthanized
ants stomping
their way through legions of
lead paint cherubs. Rust divined the sterility
of the matron saint. Divined the weakness
of congealed semen clinging to
pubic hair. Rust
believes in rust.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
God Bless
Drip, drip, drip,
one little drip can't think,
can't check my oil.
Bop-ba-da-dop, bop-ba-da-dop.
Too much for plastic wrap, too much
to throw away.
Somewhere
in the Netherlands a man lays back
and cries "Help me! I can not drink this drip, drip,
black, rum, coke and bloodshot
button up tie." In the afterlife
Geronimo walks
with both eyes closed. Through pip-pap-tink-
tink-tink-pap graves. God bless
this Holy soil,
this rain.
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