By then I was tired of your ballet jokes. Our Thirty Years War started with a sequence of red roofs and a glimpse of the Žižkov TV Tower. Kundera called Prague a disappearing poem. I don’t know. I drank Velvet beerwith girls in Slayer shirts; You drank boys. The moon drank blood. The two Josephs … Continue reading Friends & Neighbors
Summer is peak King — Stephen, not Charles or Frederik. I almost died swimming to the floating raft at Gilbert Lake. The moon is jerking me around. Stars fall out of the sky like doorknobs and in every dream I’m in an abandoned hotel in the Catskills. First love, too late — and now… what … Continue reading Cheap Art
after the movie, riding elevators down between three lobby floors: past the concessions and the bar which would serve us these sweet apple cocktails on Fridays between pictures when we were 16. the carpet the same as it was then, with probably popcorn rinds we dropped still in place: why would anyone vacuum a cinema? … Continue reading The Right Angle Upward
And you still tied to the buttery spread of a desert’s yellow light frustrated as your heel strikes sharp at the coarse-haired withers of your camel draped in Bedouin wool, stopping short, once again, to chew green shoots off a desert shrub. And me alone in a valley beneath this run of hills licking berryspread … Continue reading Spread Strawberries On A Sleeve
The boss who expects more of you, is a small mammal, facing up to a bigger world. The people you love, are small mammals, living on a small blue rock, floating through space. We are thousands of miles from where we started, and no idea as to where we are going. There are no adults, … Continue reading Small Mammals
I ate a can of sardines by the Gulf of Mexico— tin peeled back like a tongue. I felt envious eyes in every hinge of shell that would not close. My heels burrowed into the sand as if I, too, were something half-willing to be swallowed. The sea and land spoke over one another like … Continue reading Snack
Cornbread crumbs cascading Down hairless, burly chest Honey butter eulogy of afternoons Spent in-office Steel toe boots untied by the door From nights alone prodding factory floor Infants snooze in cribs or with wife I bashed a mouse’s skull in With the Pioneer-Woman’s bread knife Standing in the kitchen naked Feral & Australopithecan — RON … Continue reading Mouser
For nine long hours I believe that swallow is a prisoner of the air. It did not knot its tie this morning, did not read its paper. Nowhere in its soaring is one clue as to the cold razor cuffed across the chin or the bland kissfrom a wife.There's no sign aboveits tree branchesthat says … Continue reading The Swallow As Seen From A Factory Window
When you unearth a corpse and it’s still fresh, and you see it writhing with maggots and larvae and nymphs moments from exploding into flies remember: this is their home, and you’re as much a disturbance to them as they are to you. Imagine the revulsion of a salesman stepping into your home unexpectedly, on … Continue reading Remember
we feed on the dead in the night wilderness of the apocalypse killed words cut throats of thoughts bullet marks on the body of weightlessness attempt at silence blade of bite the torn mouth of heaven unpacks star teeth across the surface of darkness iron milk spills over the steppe cries of dead trees dead … Continue reading No One