gratitude for the one night stand

though trying to keep a safe distance
from the witches that steal their only
friends aloha milk me im tagged &
become a reference point or not
theres always one in there somewhere are
you hot an oven boy doomed to eat the
same potatoes of celibacy
a rocky outcrop im moving off
one bit at a time while birds twit now
a piano with a mirror in
the lid im invoking my god or line
of cocaine putting fingers in his
dinner instead of a brain the dead
waste their breath waking mints rain what we
do in bed ends up in my books &
waterways lord ive already seen
this movie cough a bit more i cant
dance in these jeans & cant go to war
because the knife in my leg says im
following a pattern in the crumbs

can't afford cheap thrills

theres nothing sexy about today
yesterday your legs were guillotines
now im arch & leaking defensive
racist remarks at your slick machine
its something to envy carry kids
in this piece of junk gets me high though
my geography studies come through
in everything im sick & im
masticating in the place where smells
are nice & faces anxious here we
are in the heideggerean sense
it all comes back to the journey the checks
keep me respectable when wearing
my dressing gown avoiding the sun
& rubbish merchants night collectors
all i own ruined by the waves hea
ring caged birds over everything
real & we took off like tincan hicks
for the breasts of the beach crap theres a
lot to go on with enough to break
the colors distract me from the main
effect your honor im laughing but
technically innocent down with
the seniors who were too fond of
discipline too ascetic when god
knows effete musings are what we need

travels in a modest rubber suit

decked out in red sunglasses chords getting longer & louder telling me
about states of
whatever icecream coming out of a window
someone writing poems gets hit
a tribute mary appears in time
for the hymn
on a scooter like a
big old boring bee whos next every message has its
drawbacks a caterpillar finds its way
to my home somehow it fixes
the sink gives me a clean phone it looks clean
the arrow did its job & shamed a few whose
tails were poking out then
god said put
an ear to
this & i could tell
straight away hed be there on time listening
to what was said openmouthed & smelling of
the sea while mayhem
broke out among the perverts &
soft jazz lovers i
had an excuse & used
it follows the blue line
to my shoe
he was nearly everything a forgotten odyssey in sunday dress an oldfashioned
concept behind the
post were wet he shares what he was
given a crutch a clutch
purse an old globe twinkling on a sceptre nurse
the landscape does
me in the carriage in the same old dirt same
aftershave the car
goes a cloud rises from
the toaster we hate it but like the sound
joining the jeff buckley entourage we
are in a green heaven
ferns grow inside
us we queue to watch
clothes swirl in the dryer

romance # 1-5

heavy & capable could i could i could i have
evidence
hes been seen in the
vicinity like ovid at
his
end like a
kind shes had enough of
because shes one herself im
dead
to it & them its
being
sentimental
over thrown out counters insects
nine
tenths
of the burden
the flame went unnoticed but the house crumbled who
left who contracted
until i passed out
nee
ding to protect myself from simple math the card pressed into
my hand left me unsure
the city & the river
the
doctors & the war going
over it again our bodies tattooed this time our bad
behavior leaving us itchy & repentant briefly a
preachers son with dyed hair
rocking on the beach writing
out his nightmares never sure whether the balancing
act protected him from violence
his conditioning led him to
every spin finding a bullet
the darkening of the day before he was
tired of the lines &
of the kind of questions men asked

could i have this kiss forever—
enrique iglesias & whitney houston