Diptera
Flies land on your food,
vomit, mush
up in their hands. You
do the same thing, only
backward & on me.
You keep vomit covered
hands in my back
pocket; warmth, only backward.
I swat the fly off.
You refuse to touch me after
You smoke, ash
falls in my coffee.
I don't grasp your neck
when our tongues crumble
into each other. Instead
I rub my hands together,
prepare for my meal.
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Close Shave
Close Shave
I had to teach myself how to
shave my own balls & legs. Off
grain, bleeding like high school
experiments, turns my hands red.
Do I start from the bottom
& cut up, or reverse?
I shave where my body splits
in two, in between
my sack & my asshole,
between both & one.
Cut loose skin
like an episiotomy,
give birth to a thousand
sexless specks. My lover
asks me not to shave, the stubble
hurts him. I want to look like I have more
experience, but it doesn't improve
my two inches.
I had to teach myself how to
shave my own balls & legs. Off
grain, bleeding like high school
experiments, turns my hands red.
Do I start from the bottom
& cut up, or reverse?
I shave where my body splits
in two, in between
my sack & my asshole,
between both & one.
Cut loose skin
like an episiotomy,
give birth to a thousand
sexless specks. My lover
asks me not to shave, the stubble
hurts him. I want to look like I have more
experience, but it doesn't improve
my two inches.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Shadow
Shadow
arrival
i drove (nervously)
by your house (the other night)
with my (windows down)
music loud (banging at your front door)
hoping your music would (bang back)
pierce the metal (in my head, my mouth)
but your window (with silent ejaculation)
remained dark (watered whiteness)
departure
i drove back (let down)
the wind (your hair)
with sighs (and sing)
remembered our tune (of Red)
Vines & Vaseline (among other things)
don’t get old but (between you and me)
i’m looking for endless (wasting away)
summers with you (on the beach)
our sandy fingers (dissolved grain together)
grinding down teeth (as I drive home
alone
arrival
i drove (nervously)
by your house (the other night)
with my (windows down)
music loud (banging at your front door)
hoping your music would (bang back)
pierce the metal (in my head, my mouth)
but your window (with silent ejaculation)
remained dark (watered whiteness)
departure
i drove back (let down)
the wind (your hair)
with sighs (and sing)
remembered our tune (of Red)
Vines & Vaseline (among other things)
don’t get old but (between you and me)
i’m looking for endless (wasting away)
summers with you (on the beach)
our sandy fingers (dissolved grain together)
grinding down teeth (as I drive home
alone
Excuses For Not Going to Underwear Parties: Written While on Break at Work (& Transcribed at 2 a.m.)
Excuses For Not Going to Underwear Parties: Written While on Break at Work (& Transcribed at 2 a.m.)
Naked comrades,
& their gyrating
music curves,
arouses your fingers down
your clothed stomach.
Shave hair through fabric,
turn to silk.
Feel bitten-at
nails scratch fragile flesh
away from clothes.
Remember your genitals
bled when you last shaved
& forgot...
Lay down. Spread legs.
Bend knees. Flip legs
over head. Grab sack.
Hold breath...
Inhale sharply as one,
testicle, then
the other, slips,
hugs tightly in fleshy nest
back up in body. Hold
there. Tape shaft back, balls
up. Finally,
get ready to go:
Eat your heart out, John
& Davy. This baby
came out
with bra & panties...
But five o'clock pubic
shadow gnaws,
chafes, pre-
vents enjoyment
& you haven't
got a thing to wear
anyway.
Naked comrades,
& their gyrating
music curves,
arouses your fingers down
your clothed stomach.
Shave hair through fabric,
turn to silk.
Feel bitten-at
nails scratch fragile flesh
away from clothes.
Remember your genitals
bled when you last shaved
& forgot...
Lay down. Spread legs.
Bend knees. Flip legs
over head. Grab sack.
Hold breath...
Inhale sharply as one,
testicle, then
the other, slips,
hugs tightly in fleshy nest
back up in body. Hold
there. Tape shaft back, balls
up. Finally,
get ready to go:
Eat your heart out, John
& Davy. This baby
came out
with bra & panties...
But five o'clock pubic
shadow gnaws,
chafes, pre-
vents enjoyment
& you haven't
got a thing to wear
anyway.
Monday, June 10, 2013
Woodland
Woodland
Maybe I could have had friends
in the 5th grade
who discovered Playboys
in the Hills
but they didn't share with
me anyway. Not understanding
all the holes, the differences.
Maybe I could have explained.
We could have played doctor,
perform invasive surgery
on each other.
Maybe I could have had friends
in the 5th grade
who discovered Playboys
in the Hills
but they didn't share with
me anyway. Not understanding
all the holes, the differences.
Maybe I could have explained.
We could have played doctor,
perform invasive surgery
on each other.
Cheeks
Cheeks
The back of my hand
is cushioned with short hair
& bulging veins
my finger extends
to stroke the itch
on my face flesh
against flesh I know
the back of my hand
when covered in cucum-
ber-y seeds, divots
in my cracked pores
from the same sickness
giving me the itch
in my skeletal cheeks.
The back of my hand
is cushioned with short hair
& bulging veins
my finger extends
to stroke the itch
on my face flesh
against flesh I know
the back of my hand
when covered in cucum-
ber-y seeds, divots
in my cracked pores
from the same sickness
giving me the itch
in my skeletal cheeks.
Friday, June 7, 2013
Patron Saint of Artillerymen
Patron Saint of Artillerymen
I'm a foward thinking
forty year old
woman. Balding
at 22, want to travel
to Butan & reminisce
about Monet dress-up
parties & slipping beyond
the veil; Esotericism
at it's finest & most
delicious. Hang-
glide to forget the child
lost in sleep-
less nights fire-
fighting. Eat strawberries
covered in chocolate at hotels
in Hawaii because you think
they're free-
eat them anyway.
I'm a foward thinking
forty year old
woman. Balding
at 22, want to travel
to Butan & reminisce
about Monet dress-up
parties & slipping beyond
the veil; Esotericism
at it's finest & most
delicious. Hang-
glide to forget the child
lost in sleep-
less nights fire-
fighting. Eat strawberries
covered in chocolate at hotels
in Hawaii because you think
they're free-
eat them anyway.
Farmer Man
Farmer Man
"Individuals don't win.
Teams do." Sam Walton.
Tell that to Olympic Gold,
Sammy Boy. Your silhouette
is written in tongues:
Integrity, Nyay, Fiducia,
Trust, Nyay, Vishwas,
Respect, égalité, Nyay,
honestitad, Nyay You,
Nyay, You, Nyay, You. I think
someone graffiti'd Hitler's moustache
on your blue & white face, but
it's only a shadow
speckling your stiff upper lip.
"Individuals don't win.
Teams do." Sam Walton.
Tell that to Olympic Gold,
Sammy Boy. Your silhouette
is written in tongues:
Integrity, Nyay, Fiducia,
Trust, Nyay, Vishwas,
Respect, égalité, Nyay,
honestitad, Nyay You,
Nyay, You, Nyay, You. I think
someone graffiti'd Hitler's moustache
on your blue & white face, but
it's only a shadow
speckling your stiff upper lip.
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Falling Angel
Falling Angel
first lines from chapters in Falling Angel by William Hjortsberg
It was Friday the 13th,
666 Sth Ave. was the unhappy
six-year old Chevy
I drove back.
It grew dark outside
after midnight, when
(Monday morning was fair)
when you're not on Broadway:
two bars, seventh avenue,
uptown BMT,
found cigarette behind departed
pharmaceuticals. By the time I'll get
to the path, I'll burn
in Hell.
(Intention is to echo the tone of the novel with a sense of confusion/surrealness that the narrator represents...)
first lines from chapters in Falling Angel by William Hjortsberg
It was Friday the 13th,
666 Sth Ave. was the unhappy
six-year old Chevy
I drove back.
It grew dark outside
after midnight, when
(Monday morning was fair)
when you're not on Broadway:
two bars, seventh avenue,
uptown BMT,
found cigarette behind departed
pharmaceuticals. By the time I'll get
to the path, I'll burn
in Hell.
(Intention is to echo the tone of the novel with a sense of confusion/surrealness that the narrator represents...)
MJ Should Have Left Cisco
MJ Should Have Left Cisco
I've never seen San Francisco
fog, but it looks like grains
of rice avalanching photography
& they say, "you can't see
your own hand revealed before
your face" & "don't drive."
Beautiful frauds: The fog
is milk & we drive with our hands
over our eyes anyway; blinding
sight of Holy Holy
Holy shit-
city that sunk
when Ginsberg drowned
Kerouac & they were all beat
by the mass of naked crazed youth
Burroughsian-rimming their geniuses with nothing left
but shit-lip spewing mouths
& bad breath.
I've never seen San Francisco
fog, but it looks like grains
of rice avalanching photography
& they say, "you can't see
your own hand revealed before
your face" & "don't drive."
Beautiful frauds: The fog
is milk & we drive with our hands
over our eyes anyway; blinding
sight of Holy Holy
Holy shit-
city that sunk
when Ginsberg drowned
Kerouac & they were all beat
by the mass of naked crazed youth
Burroughsian-rimming their geniuses with nothing left
but shit-lip spewing mouths
& bad breath.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Weiners
Weiners
I saw cock & wond
-ered how
I could use it
in a poem. Subs
-tit
-ute cock
for dick? Dr. Seuss
-ian rhymes with schlongs?
Medical penis? Attach
genitals to genitals –
testicles to loose labia,
shaft inser
-ted, head on
clitoris. Male nipples
on female breasts. Cocks
designed in my own image:
sensitive, gush
-ing, breathing
through ears with flex
-ible tongue exploring taints
& anus. Licking
medical words. But
cock only seems to fuck
-ing fit in my verse
where taboo becomes typ
-ical, daring be
-comes predictable.
I saw cock & wond
-ered how
I could use it
in a poem. Subs
-tit
-ute cock
for dick? Dr. Seuss
-ian rhymes with schlongs?
Medical penis? Attach
genitals to genitals –
testicles to loose labia,
shaft inser
-ted, head on
clitoris. Male nipples
on female breasts. Cocks
designed in my own image:
sensitive, gush
-ing, breathing
through ears with flex
-ible tongue exploring taints
& anus. Licking
medical words. But
cock only seems to fuck
-ing fit in my verse
where taboo becomes typ
-ical, daring be
-comes predictable.
18:04–18:19/ 23:06–23:21
18:04 - 18:19
there's this faucet at work
dripping...unceasing.
clocking in dripping
flesh door dripping
cheerios dripping
cute teacher dripping
going to meal dripping
roll on dripping
wet kisses dripping
cardboard boxes dripping
bills dripping
back from meal dripping
crowning dripping
cord dripping
flat tire dripping
aisle dripping
pill dripping
stuck dripping
blood dripping
funeral dripping
clocking out dripping
unceasing...dripping
the damn faucet at work
on my brain.
23:06 - 23:21
the free cookies
came in broken
boxes, stale.
the original brand's,
"the Bakery's," "baked
with pride," logo's
a rolling pin with bulbous tip.
net weight: 28
veiny, hairy, girthy
ounces of chocolate
chip cookies.
there's this faucet at work
dripping...unceasing.
clocking in dripping
flesh door dripping
cheerios dripping
cute teacher dripping
going to meal dripping
roll on dripping
wet kisses dripping
cardboard boxes dripping
bills dripping
back from meal dripping
crowning dripping
cord dripping
flat tire dripping
aisle dripping
pill dripping
stuck dripping
blood dripping
funeral dripping
clocking out dripping
unceasing...dripping
the damn faucet at work
on my brain.
23:06 - 23:21
the free cookies
came in broken
boxes, stale.
the original brand's,
"the Bakery's," "baked
with pride," logo's
a rolling pin with bulbous tip.
net weight: 28
veiny, hairy, girthy
ounces of chocolate
chip cookies.
