Lust swelling beneath your tweed, crying as you stare from a paper mache balcony, you sing the wrong opera and I hear every word. Your heart pours out, like we vomit humiliation, I inhaled your childhood and now you are pregnant with illusion. Don’t we fall in love with the most vicious of rivers? They rage into morning and torture weeping rocks. Blindness lights your earth, wine sends shocks to your fingers, you wait until closing for me, the exquisite […]
The birds live in confinement, sleeping on each other’s feathers like drugged cows. Only my hand’s shadow is prescient of God. They tilt their heads, as I eat seed, and grease my hair back. I am Mad Max of breaking delusions. I can walk inside these walls forever and never miss the sun. Last night my roommate complained to me, she assumed. I was bored with her suicide note, a broken wheel with spokes, hope stitching a backward […]
Fat sits on a tray, hosting burnt chicken. Love was chubby beneath disdainful skin and is now seeping uncontrollably like a mother’s tears. Eating only at noon, I order goat cheese salad and heavy beer, served by exotic waitresses who are already rich. They bow and slip the check under my plate. Ella Fitzgerald’s heartbreak fills an empty cafe, the jazz of love oddly happy, stirring innocence in my coffee as I embattle the smile of daylight. My pen doesn’t work, but this is […]
In hours owned by the devil My love defies gravity Though my eyes are downcast On the bartender’s fly Your name carved like a drunk fuck’s skin In every fluorescent hall way I stumble up the stairs Like frantic graffiti Days are torched with a clumsy match I am half cocky arsonist And half prescription drug movie star These are simply bureaucratic mistakes The people I love Criticize everything they take My liver beats like a heart I unbutton myself […]
A shopping cart of fire urinating in my mouth. Your marriage. Hunger every two hours, volcano hunger. Your marriage. Fresh newspaper smelling like murder. My poetry. Black water color swimming away under thick white house paint. A man I lusted for while on too many prescription drugs. Petroleum spilling into oceans of friends, them swallowing as I suckle on my dead mother’s chest, grasping for your hand in a limousine. A patronizing psychiatrist.