Friday, October 31, 2008


love has almost died off, she said through teeth
as she raised one more eyebrow to the door,
when the elbow sank to the cold steel floor
then the widow comes and turns you to thief
what can get you off without turn to beast?
now incessant action forever more
her eyes never tried to sink past the lore
i tried my very best, to say the least
what cannot get you off not even head
standing, wanting all of me, nothing less
you thought we almost fell far off, instead
was i abiding by your sweet caress
when dream of feelings divine as if fed
gape at narrow eyes that purchase the theft
our love can seem almost quite meaningless

Thursday, October 30, 2008


splices refined, our hours were practically orchestrated,
time passed: snails found eagle's wings to be flown.
remember the smiles unforced or touched kisses (not blown)
see yourself as me, now every sided snake eyed and ten-fold
a collection of blatant remarks, elegantly told

Thursday, October 16, 2008

forever ago

the love
has died
no above
all benign

Wednesday, October 8, 2008


i don't really know you at all
sometimes we talk about nothing
is that substantial?

Tuesday, October 7, 2008


once had a dream you were giving me head
realized it was a mistake to mention it
we would then be called dykes
our affection went out the door
it seemed for you,
i did not care anymore
your neckline is soft
your smile seems lonely
i hope we were the babysitters in the poem

your tiny wrists

now you love
what you think
you know now

but now it's
nothing like
you've dreamed of

Saturday, October 4, 2008

father, brother - lover, friend : a collection of shortcomings

decaying decrepit
slightly blistery, fubbed fingerless joints
they were skulls fearing the umbrellas dry shield
careful not to dismay

still wasted from tomorrow not carrying sense or dimes
believed every word they spoke, breath almost in sync with mine
the solid gaze quantified to be erased

cold-blooded crucified held his waist between thighs
we held this position til the blood drained insides
until our bodies became suitable (almost) rhymes

salt now only reappears with the tide