Thursday, January 29, 2009

29 january

numbers are eating our clothes.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

river swimmer

unarmed prophet foretells of 
mine demise. 
this tea is too hot it burns as it goes
 down 
go      down     O' Moses
let's go      down 
down the steps to the V train
it will take us back 
to the other side of the East River.

Tuesday, January 27, 2009

the dirge.

tommy says when i was 16, all that i wanted was bright and clean. but now that i know what its like to have sex, i wanna see something that i've never seen. don't be the one who write slow songs for pretty girls--insensitive smokers with cigarette eyes. keep chasing hopelessness--tom boys are dangerous! it shows in your style, your smile.

i've got a fever. 

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

fine romance

i know i said i loved you but i'm thinking i was wrong-- 
i'm the first to admit that i'm still pretty young. And i never meant to hurt you when i wrote you ten love songs. Because lately i'm losing sight of you and i, 
We are slowly slipping from my brain and your every feature is turning into him. 
i'm scrambling and rambling trying to hold onto you, but lately, i can't even look you in the eye.  
i am pressing and resting
out on the couch 
in the middle of the room
but there is another soul folded into mine and there is no room on the couch for you.
--later, you say
--later, i say
but how much later until you are just a mirage in my head and i am stuck stumbling through the sand dunes of the sahara? i'll raise my hand to my eyes and scan the mountains for you, but i'll never get past the desert between. 
--don't you drown, now.
--but i can't swim in sand, darlin.
i can't swim in sand and the golden bits of glass will whip and hail into my eyes and dry my tongue. 
the desert will drown me.

Thursday, January 15, 2009

lines

--how many lines do you see?
 --how many are there? 
--i'm not sure. i never am. you tell me "love may save everything, just one thing at a time." one thing at a time. really? because suddenly, it is two, then three, multiplying like cells in a womb. how many lines do you see? 
--my soul and yours are parallel.parallel lines. 
lines! lines! so many fucking lines--like noise. noise in the other room while kadey and i try to sleep. noise in the hallway and noise in the stair well--songs echoing up and down. 
--ave maria, ave maria. harmonize o' sweet lines of melody, but only to become stick straight, rigid, and immovable in my head. 
--my soul and yours are parallel lines. lines like train tracks going up and down the sides of this island beneath the east river between you and i. our souls are parallel and perpendicular. latticed from queens to manhattan across the water. 

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

blood


BLOOD
in veins shakes
and
                
quivers
like leaves
  brittle
on branches
and twigs
ready
to fall
in Autumn.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

electric electric


                       darling, darling, its time.
i sent that boy back spinning into space.
he came here once and will not come again.
i sent him roving back to the river where he belongs
he is no longer hiding and creeping between the tea cups
twisted
somewhere in my sheets
my bed is clean
and my dishes are done.




Saturday, January 10, 2009

cacophony

hey you with the pretty face,
welcome to the human race.

9 jan 2009

i was just walking down 34th street and saw a detached squirrel’s tail.
my insides quivered as i pictured some horrid woman with large hair and pointy heeled shoes stepping on that poor squirrel and yanking out his tail as he tried to dodge her feet.
i imagine a squirrel’s tail is his pride. it is his cherished fluff he shows off and trails behind him everywhere he goes. it even keeps his balance as he scrambles from tree to tree in the park.
so without his tail what will he do? his pride lays trampled, the bloody end crushed into the sidewalk cement in herald square.
poor kid.

–poor kid, you say to me.
shh. can’t you please keep all your clothes on and just let me sweat this out?

darlin, i will stay good for you.
i will be chivalry at her finest.