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…

Phoenix Meets Dragon: A Recipe For Disaster (NaPoWriMo Day 2)

\       All my poems are actually items on take-out menus from Chinese restaurants offering free delivery and a can of soda with every order. Too bad I forget The numbers And hate telephones. I get so hungry. I channel my inner Guanyin Dismount your Dragon Still my thousand arms Sit high atop…

Pomegranates Are From Another Planet (NaPoWriMo: Day One)

    There is a breeze bugling through the trees announcing with fanfare that Spring has cum. I clamp my ears to the sound. Fuck Persephone and her asphodel crown. You’re not here So as far as I’m concerned The Queen of Spring and all her primavera fling-things could ride the next southeasterly jet-stream straight…