Nocturne: Flip To Side B

  The sun falls across your face. Yet somehow you remain in shadow. I step into the eclipse… Always and still, splashing in the puddles of every unwilling yes. You haven’t quite gotten the hang of the gentle no. Your Libra blazing high in the night. Meting out and weighing love on far too balanced…

One Burn, One Red, One Grin

  I pluck a memory like I would the petal of a daisy, “He loves me… He loves me not…” I won’t let a flower determine anything. So… I choose “he loves me…” Against all common sense, in revolt against reason, against memory, my desire a fist – white hot – smashing time’s clock face,…

Though I Can’t Swim

  My head is twirling, Which is no surprise, Since I have Umbrella-stepped My way through life, Landing like Mary Poppins On every rooftop, one by one. Razing days like sugarcane From sun to sun. I was born in mid-air. Tip-toeing over tightropes. Slicing past all the pigeon-wire. Shredding skin, black quills Erupting from my…

Howling At The Moment

Night begins day, day begins night – these cycles of construction are useless measures we use to fracture the moments that soften our bones, there is no true separation, only segregation. Day and night are one and the same. Somehow we recreate creation in our image. To conform to our limited vision. It’s always dark…

Down The Waterspout

  I remember running my hand over your scales. The slow crawl of time. My hand’s heedlessness echoing reptilian, limbic brain recognizing that call to the dark, that nod to the nothing, transmitting from your body’s music through the maze that imprints an identity on the whorls of my fingertips, humming and hiccoughing awkward messages…

Casanova

So… You scooped out the seeds And left me A hollowed-out shell Then served them as ashes Tasteless relics of hell. You speak of the flesh Let me speak of the wine Sweet droughts of precious nectar Proffered drams of my being Divine. Take your sword and your lyre Then sing old songs of reprieve…

Put the needle on the record

  No future for you Beyond this Bridge of sighs Dharma lies There is no karma police Because there is no karma No eternal return No reincarnation No ticket, no laundry Set the cycle to spin Nobody loses Nobody wins This is all we have This now which is only The then of the when…

Sahara

  I trace lines in my palm the whorls of my fingertips become magnetized The sway of concentric circles Within circles within circles The geometry of endlessness always soothing and hypnotic casts its irrecoverable spell I flower with fractal certainty Here is where I seek the for in an ever: that deep dark longing for…

Let’s turn this malice into melody

Oh son of Adam, you do Bring out my evil Eve, Just one little bite of you Might be worth a hundred Falls from heaven. Jesus was a Jew. Karl and Groucho Marx were, too. Theirs is a simple history Devoid of mystery. Unlike you with your Blue latitudes Secret oars, man-o-war Floating terrors Into…

Re-Composition

  Words are such messy things. They lie and when they do they are scattered everywhere. Just when you think you’ve picked them all up, bits of them appear between sofa cushions, under rugs falling in all the hard to reach places. I bet you find pieces of yourself in everyone. Don’t you, my blue-eyed…

Exist Extant

              Let us be still, you and I Keep our contract with the sky; Settle our score at this day’s end. You never said what you meant; Nor meant what you said. Perhaps That is the distance propagated by Discontent: the bijou memories strewn like so much rice and…

Negative Space

Did you know it only takes 20 seconds to destroy the dream? Standing by the kitchen window coffee beans and thoughts a blur; the whirr of the grinder my morning ritual comfort – the only time I ever take the time to count time 1 2 3 4 5 I count as I gaze outside…

F.Y.I.

  So… I deactivated all my Facebook pages (again) except one little gif page where I have no pals and post random animated graphics as a form of sedative. My husband laughs at me for getting so overwrought about social media sites, “Better you than me.” is all he says. Bob Costas once said he’s…

M.C. Escher Is Not A D.J.

        “And those who were seen dancing were said to be insane by those who could not hear the music…” The rain fell, black clouds blew the past away, the ocean tried to drown the sky but all it did was swallow pride. This is only the second day of creation. The…

Akeldama

It began as a dream. A dandelion sea For us to float wishes on. A magic mountain to climb sugar-topped peaks cotton candy clouds I was a child again. Trust was a given. There you stood tall Pewter shield And honed sword. A Titan. 30 pieces of silver weighting down your pockets. I never asked how…

Lazar

  Words poured like lac from your mouth. Their meaning thick crimson – crushed and constringed – straining through the march of red ants that always fed them. I stormed through ivory gates – my claudicating limbs carefully avoiding the sticky word puddles that swelled up around me. But it was Sunday and I was…

Vagaries

  She wore her mind loosely. Like a garment carelessly tossed Over a hanger on a sales rack. Its threads slightly unraveling at the seams, picked over and discarded by more discerning shoppers. The cut of her cranial cloth was no longer fashionable. It lacked bold clean lines, but its shirred diaphanous folds draped her…

We The Urbane

  Whether I’m under the frost, or blooming at the end of the garden where time slept, the hour is horribly gaudy. My earth bleeds copious amounts to you. I am the warm blush of Sincerity’s medicine, lips bruised like soft fruit under truth. Am I here at the table of someone? Some thing? Feed…

Overstand (NaPoWriMo Day 29)

Silence skins the moon the stars float along lost in the stark like shit summering in the Mississippi River I look into your eyes But your vision is clouded reflecting the storm of butterflies that tries to win your dandelion love one cellophane-wing flutter at a time I like to tease the lizard from your…

Port-al (NaPoWriMo Day 27 – Taste)

    Its temptation is a vituperative fanged beast…. ready to strike. First, a lip cuts hard against your soft. Then it’s all penetration. The attack is sweet on your tongue, and it won’t let you go, this you know, you consume it, it consumes you, viscous vicious perfume napalms your mouth, lashing down your…

The Witness (NaPoWriMo Day 26)

It will be some time before we know if the operation was a success. The bandages on his hands and face enfold him like my gauzy angel wings did before the incident. Gosh… remember back in the 21st Century when people didn’t believe in us, despite the preponderance of evidence? I mean really? What other…

Boxing Helena (NaPoWriMo Day 25 – Small Spaces)

I’ll be your best kept secret Hide me from prying eyes Spread my wings On your pinning board Examine me on Your graticule slide Place me next to your Topps’ cards and marbles – lay me with your Indian-head nickels and old Bowie knives. Slice me bit by bit, if you must. Pulverize me, Turn…

Judith Is A Hot Mess

I’ve got Holofernes hiding under my bed He’s terrified, and I am exhausted. My phone has rung off its hook and my sword feels too heavy. Holofernes’ broken bottle eyes glare at the knife edge of his future. He’s caught in Thanatos’ tractor beam, wounded by my Eros. There’s plenty of time yet for me…

Marginalized

 (NaPoWriMo Day 24 – Marginalia)

They’re running along the borders trying to escape boredom, I attempt to keep up, but my eyes somersault from their sockets, and swan dive into parchment
, rolling on thorned ivy vines and steamy dreams. Everything is golden, so golden like sunrise. Just ahead, two monks toe a fleshen tightrope of intestines, coming at each other…

How To Seed A Dandelion (NaPoWriMo Day 22 – Geordic)

  It’s an unlessoning of leaves. It’s a shimmy and a shimmer. The wind give you a little push and *whoosh* you are set loose. Carried off by the dogma of hide-and-go seek. The flame in your veins a liquid ecstasy unleashing all promises that wick through your want; yet now you’ve fallen, fallen in…

Molotov Cocktails Will Be Served This Evening (NaPoWriMo Day 21 – Dialogue) 

“You disappeared.” “I went to the bathroom.” “Oh? How was it?” “Fantastic.” “Fantastic things happened in the bathroom?” “Yes.” “Of course, bathrooms can be portals to other worlds.” “True. So can fists! My fist can catapult a face directly to the moon.” “Always the violence, huachinango. *sigh* Even here in paradise.” “Paradise, especially! Consider Eve….

The Queen’s Gambit (NaPoWriMo Day 20 – Games)

  “she’s like a swallow, possessed of her own barbaric song, strange, dark.” You come to me Man of  shadowy guises Every midnight The clock strikes Filling this receptacle That poses as my mind Your sculptures of fire a mystical display Nature transforms to theatre stage We’re partners in Dadaism And the games never end……

The Secret Garden (NaPoWriMo Day 19 – Creation Myth)

  She walked the path at that place of emptiness codified… Where monuments speak in glints of dappled light on crumbling limestone; where the wind cries out the name of the lonely, where the north summers in lost twilights. Under the shadow of those ruins, she picked wildflowers as flies hummed to the rhythm of…

The Blood Gasps For A Mouth Constantly (NaPoWriMo Day 18 – Neologisms)

      She sleeps, dovering over the world, Wrapped in sheets of sky. Clouds cotton her head. She is wool-baited, sleezevacked. Her flywheel sun spinneting out of control. The tracks in her dreams are dubbed In languages she can’t understand, Her thoughts refuse to be spoken. Schema of rhubric scars her skin. Aphasia coats…

Nocturne in Jung Minor (NaPoWriMo Day 17 – Nocturne)

The moon falls in tangled sheets I’m trapped, wrapped in threads of reverie oh let me sleep… why can’t I sleep… is it your mystery that yanks all these tides in me reflecting the light that only reveals itself under the cloak of midnight? My mind twists another turn down its labyrinth and I’m in…

S.W.A.K. (NaPoWriMo Day 16 – Epistolary)

    Darling, I am out here on the fringes The moon has become a kissing cousin And the stars are the vehicles that stall As I try to drive to you I gave up sleeping at night. In fact, I gave up sleeping altogether Now I dream awake and lie To my subconscious, my…

Asesino (NaPoWriMo Day 13 – Ghazal)

        The Mother Of All Bombs wrapped her arms around Nangarhar – through my window. My only concern is you as I watch distant clouds form – through my window. Rhine Falls in December, you’re cold, on a phone, miles from anywhere I call home. My rolling touchstone, no moss, but not…

Hollow (NaPoWriMo Day 12 – Assonance & Alliteration)

  He doesn’t know how to touch me, but I’m a traitor to myself. I take his hand every day, place it somewhere on my body, try to teach him geography, but his compass’ North never points to me. It’s not his fault. It’s not mine. There’s just no magnetism. Still, I encourage him to…

Re MEME Burred (NaPoWriMo Day 11 – the Bop)

    There’s a throne. It’s set high above a silicon valley Where contagions disguised as ideas are discarded to divine. Every god now wears raggedy raiments as he sits typing In his mother’s basement. The day Einstein feared has arrived. Technology is king. You reach for the alarm clock, But you can’t wake up…

Mommy Dearest (NaPoWriMo Day 10 – Portrait )

  I’m staring into a river, reflecting. It’s the East River come west, And its low tide. Now is when A city’s underbelly is exposed. An expulsion of bowels flows, Its pungency assaults nostrils The same way you still hit me. Here’s another portrait of my mother one that is less succinct, more “poetic”  …

La Taurina (NaPoWriMo Day 9 – Spenserian Stanza)

    Red – color of desire; Red – emblem of flame. Red blood, Red lips, Red fury, Red skies, Red tide – Harbinger of death; my blame bleeds Red shame – Red as your hair; my Red eyes sleep deprived. In the silt of moonless night, you arrived – Open-grave body absorbing my dread…

Renovation (NaPoWriMo Day 8 – Repetition)

  The scaffolding’s so rickety Rusted bolts Dented poles Loosely bound By malcontent The rotted wood of those planks Too weak to even house worms. I don’t know how you can trust A man to rebuild your home Who won’t maintain integrity Of the structure meant To support his own. The wind will blow it…

Anatomy of a Dream (NaPoWriMo – Day 7)

 I  Three Things The scalloped silver salver filled with coins from all the countries I’ve been without him. That Edwin Lutyens clock – made of Jadeite and sterling silver, shaped like the dream that electrified Nexus-6 android’s sleep, rose gold numbers on a platinum face, behind a small glass portal like a monocle with Lutyens’ signature finial on top….

33 Ways (& Counting) of Looking At You – NaPoWriMo – Day 6

    I clowning beneath your gleaming crown and pixelated grin arms raised high leading us all the way to heaven II as a Sunday morning 7:11am breaking of the fast when I was famished III through the bits of compressed air endlessly devil-tritoning in my ear IV after a twig snap in that purple…

Herzlandschaft (NaPoWriMo Day 5)

I By day, it’s Golden Gate Promenade, a strip of trail along a line of shore; by night only my dreams wander these desolate moors… they transmute into sadscapes, places tracing their charcoal over my frottaged thoughts: I tread over weeds, the weathered skeleton of a stubborn old tree a mound of cicada shells. I…

Membean (NaPoWriMo Day 3)

Membean: An Elegy (NaPoWriMo Day 3) “Salve, Regina, Mater misericordiæ, vita, dulcedo, et spes nostra, salve. Ad te clamamus exsules filii Hevæ, Ad te suspiramus, gementes et flentes, in hac lacrimarum valle.” The scythe of brash insistence accosts me With the kind of ideas that are never indexed. Its Hollywood-delineated K-Pop shadow mashup Images stretched…