In the autumn, with leaves burning, safety as children running embers floating in the air. And I am burning leaves again. The tulips i pulled from your garden how you say me hiding, behind our pine. Eyes wide. Knowing that you were one person. And about to become another. How. You. Yelled. And how it … Continue reading Burning Autumn
There are moments when you are alone in a place of human geography peopled with many strangers, and every one of them - looking at you in side glances - knows you and your heart And there is no water, Just this folding weight that crushes you into a small point. And this universe spinning … Continue reading Heisenberg’s Waiting Room
I held your hand as you sighed, chest heaving caving and rising, that old cadence, that old chestnut rag. "God is a bastard, a true SOB," I told you, patting at the sweat breaking beads on your brow. "Your mother won't tell me about it, because vows and such." But I can see it, in the … Continue reading Dominion
Wallace Stevens quickened at 46. I may yet make order on some beach or another.
This is just to say that I am in the back yard there's a red breasted robin feeding 5 feet away, a woodpecker upside down at the same feeder and a burning red cardinal sitting not far above. Their songs call back and forth, as far in the distance a hawk beats wings towards the … Continue reading spring flingin’
i keep thinking that there's this room i'm supposed to be in and it's all white and glowing a little, and my gown is matching and my knees are up to my chest my head is shaven and my feet are bare. and everything is finished for me now
your breath with mine your fingers in mine tremble the illicit heat the catching passion this public space this intimate touch tremble your back arching under my palm that presses, pushes guides and holds you neck straining under my mouth, aching your motions, your cries tremble the flushing skin, the nails in skin. release tremble
you did not kiss her when you touched her the last time, your entry lacked finesse - was more like your marriage, cold, hard, familiar inevitable, regrettable but... you held her, wrists above her head, hips cracking manic hard bound and again, and again, and again you touched her, that stranger, walking by you, you … Continue reading a mind, bound
hell beach i am going to I am going beach to (you without)gathering seashells 'n (wind sea chuckles) >>>this is where you are looking, not right, up to where i found the right spot for your eyeballs [icon insert here(?) :] "blam" when designing/ smashing shells arrows draw eyes (scroll down, now) i am going … Continue reading Eye Gaze Cannot Ignore (Arrows)
Cheers to our lost fathers...