Friday, February 20, 2009


setting ------------- a h e a d
our hands shake and play against self doubt

wish articulation came easysmooth as butter--

---thinking that if we write a manifesto (of our own)
people might understand
------------ - - -- ,,,might even join this (whatever) movement--

to think--- we crawled
out of the human canvas
wet sea and fog -- found legs
to walk
even thought
on all four we still crawl

where is our good humor (isn't war kind of funny . . . sometimes)
in high school i thought i knew a lot
wonder if i still think that

small children bury their heads in dance moves and pop(culture soda corn
and eat unashamed --- --- - - though,,,so do many grown-ups--

breath out of our wild skin
run screaming peeling off face
and grace
to sing the songs we found ringing up from the ground
with our bone legs vibrating to Ancient--

always wondered what a stampede of people would be like--
lots of stories of people meeting their ends at the bottom soles
of store bought shoes
didn't see them lying there (in metaphor) black and blue and bleeding

even if words don't make no sense we still gotta speak em'
a puzzle you know--the black woman on the corner said--
even if the pieces are all sorts of wrong and some are missing just
gotta make em' fit
fit just fine

--like a manifesto i guess--published truth? or lie?
doesn't really matter
just out there

catching any ol' stray eye

a song about lungs
osmosis,,,herstory and punctuation
flexing muscle bone brute and intelligence
flexing time trying to find
an ending
oral record (cut out tongues
and text
we are ill defined
daft in the ways of making mistakes

Sunday, February 15, 2009

the last argument

you dump your thoughts in a puddle
on the front stoop 
to vomit poetry all over the sidewalk--
all over the front lawn

discreetly using your skirt to clean up the mess

incident retrieved from memory where
we accidently touched 
for a moment -- or two

before dashing headlong into oncoming traffic

gone now--
not even our shadows dancing 
in the noonday sun
to keep me company 

only the stained planks of wood 
stretching across the warped framed porch
the grain running long ways
broken only by creeping-in plant life

a dark wet world residing underneath

Friday, February 13, 2009

seep through slanted touch

------------------ - - to firmer grounds

-------- - - - - - - - - - to peel off old skin

bump back into the night

---------------------- - - - - a time to heal --- - ---- - ---- - ---- - --

destruction of body (smooth hip
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - slick lips)

in the back seat of lifted skirts
boi tie leather -- interior
plush and cushion

slink into soft cusp
i forgot
-the use of words -- these marks
scratches on a screen -- on old wood

------- - ----- -------- - ----- -- what was i looking for
----------- - ---------- in glass jars
------------- with lids
self contained magic -- caught

- see through your glass

mailbox-- ---- where love letters deliver
----- a soft grimace and pedal longing

to an edgeless limit

Friday, February 6, 2009

a rough sketch--a rhyme of something to come---

will you be my beautiful

fingertips express (words staircase from them
and seldom land to rest

will you be my beautiful

delight in lungs that sing
sigh signature and breath

will you be my beautiful
a signal to our death

something unfulfilled
dream of muscle and wet fields

dream of moon
will you be my beautiful

words left upon the rail
teeter totter sign and sand

i'll leave it there
gripping life
strife standing on a hand

letters pressed together

amazing assent

interpersonal connect --- we are silkenwoventhread

flattongue running-- self involved effect -sex bends
disarray and all the things we don't say

keeping missions secret -- creeping with heads tucked bent back tongue lolling
flattery in back pocket greetings--a defense of 'youlooknicehow'veyoubeen'
hand outstretched while the other atrophies holding black against the back

keep away from those types
type set a font--undefined where the letters mash together indiscernible

we are not clear text

instead layered letters words pressed together and runningonandonandonandonandon
the pauses broken and in the wrong place
punctuation kept at bay--a trick learned by us who say without saying and do without doing

a getting by ---- a midland cry ----- informal gray
against gray
in the middle and gray

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