screaming at low volumes
hello beauty of the lowlands,flower of my homely gutter -i wonder how it is that you have gracedthis parched desert where no god has livedsince Humans rose to walk.i wonder at the scum that seeps out from my teeth,i wonder at the rage that simmers below my balls.what waste it is to have scum in … Read moreIt’s Too Hot To Drink
its a confusion inside my head, no reason anyone should live this way. it’s a confusion in my brain, got the sickness of 10,000 rains. it’s a fog that folds me inside, it’s a rusty knife – there’s a bad face on the wall, can’t see so well, i just fall. ain’t no winners, ain’t … Read moregetting better
i’ve a friend of some years who cries into pillows when no one is looking and wishes for an escape route out of the fire of burning tobacco fields. a good and decent person, she cleans and does laundry and loves like a mountain watching its valley as she prepares simple fare. she wants for … Read moreUntitled
She hides her hang-ups behind unspoken regularities: Lights off, T-Shirt on, Panties on. Occasionally she loses herself in a rare moment of passion – Burning bright, twisting pleasure into knots – her hang-ups are gone. Those moments are why I bother: to have the sun enwrap you! Who wouldn’t – even if it’s so rare?
The wetness of her vagina might have occasionally repulsed me, except for my fascination with stains. I’ve collected: menstruation, piss, squirting orgasms, sperm, mucus, spit… Archival Remnants of activities. She complains of the evidence of love. I say, “It only bothers you, for I’m too drunk to recall, but I’m certain your spot is yours … Read morestains
the night’s silence strips bare the screams of hearts lost, while rain pours down we declare, Love’s residue cleanly washed. Our souls no longer burdened, our feet free to roam: where shall we send the heart, when the heart has no home? And in the evening hours, the twilight dwindling grey, the whores of Babel’s … Read morethe residue of loving
such contrived complexities, these dreary dreams of loneliness, standing crumbling from eons past. No, i will not look at the clouded sky, nor remember the Dandelion’s wish, but instead content myself to wasteland that i might decorate simply like a frontier wife, waiting to die. Oh, we’ll meet on border fences, say goodbye a few … Read moreat least there’s bad poetry
had i no eyes to know your form – had i no hands to know your touch – no mind to see your beauty, no tongue to say this much, your presence wanders across the landscape of my being, an explorer of my secrets, you follow me as i go fleeing no lips to receive … Read morelove’s immigrants
the rain outside can not wash clean what it has sullied. it has sullied my soul, infinitely, eternally … it was the same for Genghis Khan. The public affection is a sad compensation for Just Doing Our Jobs, so we lean in for a kiss. it was the same for Genghis Khan.
the tomatoes don’t like rain. the chilies don’t like cold. its cold and rainy here. i fantasize about Seattle, pretend it isn’t grey and rainy most of the time. the drops panic me in summer it quickly becomes hail. lost a whole balcony to hail the way i lost my feeling that same summer. I … Read more81 words to say you made me sad