Wednesday, June 5, 2013

tarot psalms 3:1

cast shame from your wings honey bee
what do you know about love 19 days old?
cheek to cheek nose to nose
grazing misty makebelieve sounds in the shape of future

drum me a heartbeat made of distance
                        recipes cut with letting go
fractured silhouettes
strange-familiar and tales                        of last time flights

fancy that—
                        her elements shift like sand

where no house may stand


and the space                                                                        is back

the mystery was never what it could be

it is only ever been what it isn’t

                                                         in these eyes there are glass shards
                                                         made of possible—refracting
                                                         the surface of things—distorting
                                                         even the simple shapes—piecing
                                                         light into sense—stitching

                                                         love                        a new face

Monday, May 6, 2013


heal       (me)       us


with hands--gypsy--smoothing doubt
pressing doubt into blood
till it boils love rock and roll and stone

press us into home

Friday, May 3, 2013


press the tip of this sentence
against your thigh
working it round with commapause

the small of your back--where i place parenthesis's) (
dovekisses and breath

the words lowered from lips to hips ride sideways
like a bad haiku made of too much
tumbles into prose and spits scent buried in electric fur
tricked out conjunctions heartlocked into exclamation point

cuz when this poem finds you and that place
made of wave and lightening and petals
peachrose and depth

the tip of this sentence (will Gasp!---)
falling gracelessly across heartcages and spent sheets
paper dolls flat on one another