Long Past Due

  Begging for sanctuary in my fulgurite veins, Serenity’s magical illusions seep into bits of me. Shattered, re-glued and almost whole again, I’m endeavoring to make myself a leaf flowering, a bird chirped. A writer. I’ve always been a reader. Creation seeks its own path. My father was such a tangle of dimension. My mother…

A Quarter Past Fuck O Clock

    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…

Hell To The Infinite YES!

    To the panoply of nay-sayers who now (& forever) abound at the early hours of yet another New Year’s Day to sneer, jeer, and otherwise smirk smarmily about the utter banality and futility of celebrating any occasion, I present the following from the godfather of nihilism, jotted down in his own little journal…

Phaeton

      This is sentience This is knowing This is the phantom limb That won’t stop feeling You are out there Somewhere Burning holes in the dark My body molasses pours slow and thick Coagulating soft to hard There are a thousand words for this death All of them spell your name    …

Winter Cheer

The day reaches out with sticky fingers picking all our pockets her touch is cold but her thoughts are warm this is the point in the plot for the reveal sunglasses and bullets are all I carry I use the former to conceal and the latter to steal one lifeline at a time my empty…

‘Our heads are round so thought can change direction’

A bolt of red trails A silk train on the sand. It’s strange to see a man In a tux and a woman in a ballgown on a public beach. A photographer leads them, walking Backward, his flashbulbs strobing A disco ball mesmerism. Now I’m Recording the act of recording, Smirking while the couple awkwardly…

Holly Daze

The time is now, as it’s always been. The temperature low, as it’s always seemed. She couldn’t remember when she last spread her toes on a supple green earth. She put her hands to her mouth and blew into her palms. Clouds of breath formed like angels, enfolding her. The future fell from the sky….

Winter Is Cumming

  Only my dreams wander These desolate moors They transmute into sadscapes, Places tracing their charcoal Over my frottaged thoughts. I tread over weeds, a weathered Skeleton, a mound of cicada shells. I hear the bees buzz their dirges. Cold air lodges its splinters in my chest. All day long, a wild sea cries Trying…

The Avenger

He spread his white death across my pillowcase. His mouth tasting of stale words and cold vengeance, like some men taste of cigarettes and malt liquor, but I savor his breath anyway after he kisses me and tells me he loves to hate. “Oh?” say I, “Hate and love are flip sides of the same…

Personal Jesus

    I saw an eagle catch a falcon, once. And when he landed, full and satisfied, resting on the perch of his predatory nest, I caught him and ate him. Served him up with a mango salsa and a side of pride. Tell me who your Jesus is and, I will tell you who…

Divine Lines

      There are stories under the skin but they remain hidden. They escape their captors with careful incisions. The initial cut is the shallowest, but the most painful: a toe dip to test the temperature of the water before wading in. A flinch, a drip, and the first wave of relief washes over…

I hear the secrets that you keep when you’re talking in your sleep

  Sometimes I hear music where there isn’t any. I walk down the street, a car backing up into a parallel parking spot converts into the gentle swale of a church pipe organ playing a nativity hymnal, an ambulance siren sounds the plaintive wail of Lucia di Lammermoor’s aria as she plummets to the snake…

Chorizo And Eggs (with a side of avocado)

  You could probably calibrate the master atomic clock ensemble at the U.S. Naval Observatory in Washington D.C. and provide the time standard for the entire U.S. Department of Defense by his arrival. (Although he was a naval man, the atomic clock in Denver is where my father-in-law always proudly pointed his little plastic-strapped Casio…

A Lesson In Thermodynamics

You said there was nothing left Yet you forget that matter cannot be destroyed: water converts to vapor, buildings to rubble, bodies to ashes, and memories to flashes of light bouncing off the moon’s surface ( that moon, moon, moon – the one you’re always attuned to) but their essence remains untouched. Wash. Rinse. Repeat….

No-Fly Zones & Zippers

I know why there are Laws and Religions Theorems and Stop Signs No-Fly Zones and Zippers… In a universe of infinite possibility, We must be bound by the thing of some, by the sum of one. Bonds… The silk tie wrapped around your wrist Knotting you to a four poster honeymoon bed Like electrons in…

The Eternal Sunset of What We Are

  “The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the…

Hour Glass

  Everything takes so long but happens too soon. Can this be possible? The hours dance their time-step in molasses. Silence falls soft in the cold – its drifts growing heavy, an iceberg gathering momentum yet still getting nowhere. I lay on its embankment, my mind tangled in prisms of crystal memory. I thought it…

And all I hear I as I sit here

is the hum of the wine cooler Too many bottles of courage chilling while I remain hermetically sealed locked behind door and window My skin used to perform a red ant crawl at the compressor’s sound but I’ve become accustomed to complacency’s drone Swallowing dark Lapping up silence My dis-ease a slow flypaper striptease peeling…

This is the sun

This is the blind beating the blind A slough-dance of bones to dust The rattle of corneas, the singeing of lids White orbs socketed in fractured skulls We stagger in empty frames wandering while Raphael is ringing the minaret bell in Cordoba. I walk amidst all the naysayers pointing Their hot little fingers in outward…

Presidio Way

Sunshine smiled down at me On Golden Gate Promenade With his broad granite shoulders With his gleaming flaxen locks His charm Knifing through the wind Cutting ribbons in my skin Had I not been born a Boricua Princess From the illustrious projects of East Harlem Had I been born a simple indigene With a failed…

Under The Lenten Moon

  I saw it there. On the shore. Face buried in the sand. Spade in hand. The glint of blade visible in the full moonlight. I touched a cold shoulder and quickly pulled away. Blood sticky on my fingers. I heard the caw. Saw the black silhouette of a sprawling wing against the face of…

The Plagiarist

From the time he was a boy painstakingly slicing the legs off centipedes with his father’s rusty cast-off razor blades, Ian practiced precision as his religion. Adulthood eventually led him away from the wanton abandon of sharpening his skills by dissecting animal bodies and removing the appendages of insects – recreating them, improving them –…

Before The Last Leaf Falls

    Maybe we should look a gift horse in the mouth, or at least be sure there aren’t scores of Greeks ready to pop out and battle our Trojans. He appeared out of nowhere, and folded her under his wing like aguardian angel. She nestled there in the strength of his reassurances. She felt…

Pretensions

You write. You wrong. Right? Or is it left? Or does the deafness in your deftness leave you breathless? Go ahead. Wank off and spew your spume. Words are just an endgame to you. You’ve never taken the journey, the destination is all you are after. Skip a vowel. Omit a comma, get the sensation…

Second Life

“Crazy is as crazy does. Fucking freaks of nature. That’s what the lot of us are”, was what her mama always said to her, but Linda Jefferson was desperate to be associated with a cause or a group or with anything that would give her some true higher sense of identity. She wanted to feel…

The night mounts you

Sunrise is not even a thing you dream. Words forge meaning. Without sound or hope of utterance. You lie there. Lie there. There. In the dank. Shriveled in your foreskin. Until the scrawl that is your mind becomes a sprawling. A vast netherearth network of channeled waste. You think you’re thinking, yet you’re not. You’re…

Plane Thinking

I’m sitting in the middle seat. There’s a man to the left of me caught in the age-old tug of war with mortal declension. Like me, he’s not young, he’s not old. He’s stuck in the middle. He is vanilla. Medium height. Medium weight. Medium colored skin and hair. Awash in middle world mediocrity– the…

Over Par

“Delicious steak, McGoops! Mmmmmm mmmmmm,” he bellows for the fourth time in five minutes. She thanks him with increasingly less gratitude after his fourth iteration of this ostensible appreciation for her culinary skills. He gives her another, “Mmmmm!” and she fails to acknowledge it this time, trying her best not to imagine plunging her steak…

I am a free radical

an open shell in solvent cage dangling my covalent Bond An unattached be- ing seek – ing always to attach to someone or something or destroy it, because this void’s ness needs to be filled. “Nature abhors a vacuum” You are the something longing to be nothing I am the nothing longing to be something…

He likes to tear the wings off butterflies

‘Calico’ ‘Mmmm… Hmm?’ ‘Calico’, he whispered in my ear as he traced its contours with a tip of tongue. I moaned my pleasure and stopped caring about the whys – until I felt the knife plunge.

Peace Is Not Something You Fight For

We stood there at the edge of it all our match heads struck and burning Lighting the night’s oil with our flame. We crossed the checkered fields, bare feet crunching grass, feeling polarity flipping its switches, oscillating between white blight and sinking black All’s square that ends square, yeah? The similarities greater than the differences,…

Maybe My Hair Is Too Curly

“Curly-haired people CARE!” pronounced the clipboard-bearing, Greenpeace-T-shirt wearing menace, as I swam into her ken with the snakes atop my head all a-coil. “Yes, we do!” I sound out breezily, sailing past her poisonous atmosphere. “Well, come on over, I need you!” she growled from her dyke patroldom. “Sorry,” say I with a true note…

Heaven Must Be Missing Two Angels

She rides high on daddy’s shoulders wrapped in giggles and pink promises. Her magenta North Face jacket zipped up tight, hoodie on head, smile on face. She’s singing songs only sunshine can truly understand. Not even this wind dare blow against them; they’re floating on air – that pair, every shadow brightens at the sight….

Welcome To Facebook

Welcome To Facebook This place is like Tana Toraja, everything revolves around death. The graves can be very sophisticated yet sometimes, long after the coffins are destroyed by time, people gently place bones along natural cave ‘racks’. Often, the bones are offered cigarettes or sweets. This is supposed to prevent dead ancestors from bringing bad…

Trailer Chic

She has perfected the art of self-pity. Turned it into an admirable vehicle for slinging mud. Made it into a manifesto for a ragtag army of fellow emos to sign in anemic blood. When she isn’t lauding her own subversive brand of Annie Oakley pluckiness or bragging about the shape of her ass and the…

Uncoupled

A man, in his strength, looks like the sky The world cowers beneath the flex of such might Shame! Stand before Collosus, unbend your spine, see not his laurel-wreathed brow, so proud and so blind Excellent! Quick raise me up, lest I should recall those eyes in full reign, the thunder that left me in…

Irrelevant Irreflection #456992

Mythology would have us believe that Echo was cursed by Juno for being a treacherous loudmouth who had the misfortune of falling in love with an arrogant twat, inadvertently causing his death, but the truth is she was just in love with her own voice. 1 Comment 8Ryan Carter, Robert Austrian and 6 others LikeShow…

Buttermilk

Mona is perpetually hungry. Her intestines are not so much organs for digestion as they are a nest of tapeworms, wiggling and wriggling and tickling inside her; swallowing up all she chews, but can’t taste. Consumption consumes her. She wants for wanting. The wanting won’t stop. Her ghost belly bloats, but never feels full enough….

Vaped

She is tar, heat and combustion Her seduction is a throat hit filling the gap in your empty spaces She cools your nerves Loosens your tongue Then dangles heat on hungry lips. Tight-flamed, tersely packaged waving her magic wand It makes no sense It doesn’t have to You can’t resist her She will kill you…

This is the sun

This is the blind beating the blind A slough-dance of bones to dust The rattle of corneas, the singeing of lids White orbs socketed in fractured skulls We stagger in empty frames wandering while Raphael is ringing the minaret bell in Cordoba. I walk amidst all the naysayers pointing Their hot little fingers in outward…

The Temptation To Bite

You’re standing there, somewhere In that apart place, strung up high On a line, your clothespins tight-clipped. The bubble boy, all sanitized and minty Fresh. Go ahead, deny the gnaw of bone, Defy the salt of blood all you like, but I Still smell the meat on your breath.

Raw

In chess, the first move is called “the opening” but I’m not interested in strategy I’m just about the conquest. I want the simplicity of sex Without the complicity of vice. Your ice cuts deep grooves in my vain… My ego is thumping hard Trying to outpace you. Bless me, Father, for I love sin,…

Dread

He eats what we eat. Has two hands, two feet Sleeps with his mouth closed, on his side, both knees tucked in toward his belly, sweet as a tadpole. His smile crinkles his eyes and broadens his cheeks, but never shows his teeth. His teeth might betray him. He says “sir” and “ma’am” when addressing…

I.C.U.

“He has vanquished fair Womankind, of subtle heart, Her tender arms outstretched and her throat pale; From harrowing Hell, he now returns triumphant, Bearing a heavy trophy in his boyish hands,” ~ Parsifal, Paul Verlaine 1886 I see you… I C U Me: An Intensive Care Unit of Want A greedy, needy living triage center…

We Are Ourselves The Void In Contemplation

There are deep channels to cross With Youth on the prow and Pleasure at the helm Choice is the very marrow of every boned existence. My wrists are rivers My fingers are words I lean as close to you with my words as I can Mine is the touch of A thousand suns that brand…

Don Pedro

Had pockets full of candy and a tongue steeped in rum. Half-carried, half-dragged home by his compadres who patronized La Cuevita – candy store cum numbers running racket and neighborhood hangout below street level right next door to St. Lucy’s Church & Elementary School where we Catholic school brats bought our Kit Kats and our…

In the Garden of Good and Eve(il)

    I wish I could blame the hull of the wreck I man, or the inebriated air for this sea of unapologetic want, but I can’t. Sobriety is the sobriquet that named me. I arose from the foam. I am Venus on the half-shell. My powers can charm snakes, realign stars, untangle the roots…

To wit-to-woo

Sense of humor always churned all her cream to butter She valued the sparkle of a diamond mind He was far from her usual wise owl men He never could learn to tell the difference between a punch and a line But he was granite-bodied and animal-kind; his voice purred her kitten, he had baker’s…

Scorpio

He spits before speaking. Says he doesn’t like the taste of words in his mouth. Pa prefers to talk with his hands, and his smile and his knife. He carved a pumpkin for us this Halloween. Scariest thing you ever seen. Told us to wait until Thanksgiving to see what he can do to a…

In Tabasco Sauce We Trust

It’s suddenly a sea salt caramel and sriracha covered world. Everywhere I go vendors are obsessively turning food esoterica into consumer erotica. Pimping paradise on a plate. Making me regret I ever partook of such prosaic pleasures. I hate feeling plebeian, but I shouldn’t be so grouchy. “Let ’em eat sea salt caramel.” is what…