Mommy Messages Me On Facebook Again

She reaches for me through the bars of hell flames for fingers bullets for words all her thought clouds fueled by napalm: it’s an acrid atmosphere. Enough to make my eyes tear. She’s looking for the tender  in me to shoot. She’s dying in the fumes. Those noxious plumes replace an incinerating heart, consuming her….

Dissolving The Lucid Moment

  I was dreamy with you last night. You were with a friend … you both wore army green (silly of you since you’re in the navy, not the army… who were you trying to fool?)… Your brown leather boots, laced-up tight… looking very army issue. I wore a white-flagged surrender, my skin the braille…

…But I Haven’t

You’re sharpening that crow’s beak again. The caws curdle in your throat as you swoop in, all black cloud thunder and ruffled down; you spit out the last of your love with a furnace blast to clear the airways for the final bravura aria. Ferocity is your siren song and I have no mast to…

I should have kissed you once

  Still… All memory fades – eventually, like the lipstick painted too heavily on this clown mouth I always wear. At first thick- the lush red flush glistens until it cakes, dry and untasted, into skin creases its smear of patterned sadness eroding everything. You became the stain that soiled my white dinner napkin. That…

The Immortal Shaddow

      His tongue was thick, as were his fingers. His head was more fat than thick – like his belly. His voice had a lilt that was less musical than it was habitual – the simple accident of being born an Irishman. If he had it his way, he would have been hatched…

Garden of Melancholia

The cypress spires are wilting, our sky is scaped in fog, swallowing up powder pink yolks of runny sun flipped over-easy: reality serves me from its platter and I’m carrying my face in my hands again. Startled eyes shoot their blanks at a dove flying out of the void this head of mine’s becomes; its…

Eros and Thanatos Sitting In A Tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G

The messenger was dead on arrival. He refused to heed the roadsigns: Caution Slippery When Wet Yield Loose Rocks May Fall Danger Construction Area No Trespassing Authorized Personnel Only Stay Clear Stop He tumbled into cataclysm after cataclysm But didn’t die until I shot him with his own bow. I want to destroy you. I…

A Long Way To Fall

    This? This is nothing. A heckling. A shudder in words. A leeching… A release of poison from collapsing veins. A visceral reaction. A knee jerk. An eye twitch. The slow click of a shutter. The aperture tunneling itself into pinpricks. The camera pans up. A buzzsaw sun whirrs in hot streaks across my…

” La fatal pietra sovra me si chiuse”

The sun dropped from the sky. Buzzsawing its way along the beach. The ocean burst into flames, but nobody seemed to care. Strains of an aria crackled and popped through thick air. Decades old speakers held on tight to their metal, as the music’s notes were extruded through mesh – spaghetti-stringing Aida’s last breath –…

‘Not nothing’ means something

Is this the ground your feet tread upon? Your molten mercury spills its silver and pours memory like death upon this ant colony. Scurry away. Busy yourself with all the plausible. None of it matters. Small mounds hide the tumulus that life becomes. You may pull your hair, and yank out your teeth, but the…

First the grub, then the morality

Fill an empty stomach, two-ply with convenience then see what harvest a little preaching reaps. Few people bite the hand that feeds them, so when Lady Bountiful comes shrink-wrapped in a tamper-resistant package bounding in banality and off-the-cuff pleasantries, coated with corn syrup and gluten-free cellulose filling, it makes it that much easier for the…

Not nothing means something

“My first link with death. A woman I knew had died. I painted this purely from memory. It’s a strange picture. I was striving for an overall schematic of dawn colors – silvery hues.” ~Andrew Wyeth   Is this the ground your feet tread upon? The mercury spills its silver and pours memory like death…

Church Girl

She told me she had strong faith. I was slightly distracted by the deep cleave of her neckline and already awash in 120 proof fumes… I thought she said she had a strong face. I clocked her with a closed fist, shattering the first two knuckles in my right hand. You see, knowing she was…

Mabon

The fog crept up on old creaky knees. Tired and slow, but moving steadily toward her. Age probably has more penalties than rewards, but strength of will was something that only built up over time. Or maybe that will was nothing more than lack of purpose. If you had nothing better to do why not…

“Eat guilt free!”

Touts the sign of the new cafe jangling along an interminable chain of “healthy choice” cafes that are littering the landscape of this city. Here is one of the most pervasive problems polluting modern culture today. This notion that we need help from all and sundry with the most trivial banal ostensible difficulties.   I’m…

The Warming Hut

“What are you reading?” I hesitate only a millisecond before replying – and only because I’m not sure how much she knows about literature, how much I should append my reply, so I don’t have to duck and cover. My choice of reading material usually gives people pause. I decide to presume nothing and shoot…

I Should Want To Kiss Him…

All these thoughts are just so much late afternoon sun in my eye I can’t look ahead toward the horizon without being blinded So I keep my head down watching my feet tread the same gridded ground My mind is the moan and creak of a boat docked, straining against the weight of its anchor,…

Summer Lovin’

The day stretches her limbs, easing into the arms of dark. I wonder how many truths have been written on the peel of bark. How many people have been sat under the shade of a tree by the will of a sun that beats too strong… Carving their wishes in small hearts and lettered scrawl–the…

Bitchwitchery

Wind sun trees Waves bash into the sea wall Water spumes to froth The bay looks like some giant high-maintenance bitch’s grande triple extra-foamy chai latte Maybe her mood is raising the tide Making gusts of air rip through flags Leaves and hair. Is there a difference Between a woman and the moon? Only the…

Truth or Consequences

“The girl comes with me.” As he grabbed my hand and yanked me away from the taxi’s entrance. The others piled in, shut the door and waved goodbye. His husky “I need to talk to you. Walk with me. Please.” tasted of Rolling Rock beer. I didn’t smell the desperation or see the haunting in…

The Cloistered Oyster

“Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.” ~Sartre   All heavily nacre’d, Some days he grows small, so small the slackening hinge to his bivalve heart shrivels as he dives into the sediment hoping to attach to the sea floor: He’s a mass of seething irritant surrounded by cultured shell, unable to tell the…

Inconsolable

  He is salt and sinew and time but mostly time Moments colonize riding the surf of his blood in waves waves of longing waves of regret waves of goodbye The problem was not grief it was something more calculable someone’s probably already assured him that every exit’s really an entrance but where’s the consolation…

Arm’s Distance Is Dogma

  This destiny thing is not what it’s cracked up to be. I peek through the keyhole of Maybe, trying to steal another glance from myself, all my quills porcupining their way through time. It’s the push-pull that drags my body through your multiple extrusions as you scatter yourself like a fright of mice. I…

Keep Off The Berm

  They come up behind me I slow down to let them pass I have to… The shrill of their magpie voices (All those “like…you know”s Punctuating every breath As they gossip about people Who probably believed they Were friends) Turns my nails into talons My teeth into switchblades Gets my hawk eyes narrowing Maybe…

Context & Framing Meet Narrative In A Venn Diagram

    Take off your red cap, Holden. There’s nothing to catch except your wry. Baby, you haven’t lived hard enough yet to earn all that angst. That sawdust in your veins is probably a cool literary device, your parade of mice on ice may Pied-Piper clueless kids away but all that feign in your…

You’re on the road

    You’ve got two dollars folded together like palms in prayer and a pocket full of dreams. You left your spine somewhere back there in an alley trashcan You searched and searched for years, but only found wishbones. Your lips whistle old tunes the same melody that has kept many a hitchhiker like you…

Keep Me

    There are moments That dangle on the chain of illusion Lustrous & jewel-like Their bevel of jasper polished to high sheen Cutting through a-mazed mind To find the quiet nesting place inside of us It can be said every soul bears the weight of a corpse upon it Towing it as an unwilling…

August Is Anything But

    It’s rustled sheets and creaking floorboards these days. I’m restless. Dust motes tornado their oblivion in the cobwebbed corners of my echo’s tune. Even the fog eventually grows tired of its own fugue, nobody but me hears that the foghorn stopped blowing: some things just *poof* disappear without anyone noticing. I dig another…