And he went up from thence unto Bethel: and as he was going up by the way, there came forth little children out of the city, and mocked him . . . And there came forth two she bears out of the wood, and tare forty and two children of them. 2 Kings 2:23-24 I … Continue reading Going to Bethel
Meg yells ‘whoa’ on the Ferris wheel but the spinning doesn’t stop. Harold chews one regret after another on a bed made for two. Jackie keeps walking the dog the opposite way it wants. Joe continues to converse with an enemy he imagines. Marge says her husband is a hell-of-a-man and hates him for it. … Continue reading People I Know, But Pretend Not To
ascetics want to do nothing but peel in places where angels attach to an obsessive love but don’t eat their crust - they were first manufactured in the middle ages and, in today’s world, correspond to a warped mirror or an otolith scraped off the dung or a fracas of fern-like creatures or glow-worms made … Continue reading Ascetics
a clean wind through broken windows shadows of clouds across the hills, the freeways, the bright green back yards saw you standing at the desert’s edge heard the weight of truth in your silence said we are fucked but so are our enemies and it wasn’t the drugs that made me smile it was the … Continue reading Crystal
I circled the sun with a lasso of figures in the dark, where every atom’s splitting. My fingers tingled, slowly growing numb. To make nothing, draw a circle around what isn’t there. Bless the hands in the mirror, whoever they belong to. Eat clouds when in the motherless air. Is a short time circular, fluttering … Continue reading Death Is A Tower (Cento)
The stars peck our eyes as the night’s chemical grin rises. The wind plants a good-luck kiss on your cheek. We climb down the ladder, my hands behind your knees as we clear the last rungs. We have always touched as strangers; now our hands slide around each other lizard-like in a dark kitchenette. A … Continue reading Baby’s On Fire
Turns out the penthouse suite doesn’t suit me, too posh and roomy for my delicate tastes. Give me life’s honest feeling; the cold concrete and steel of burning basements; the creak of a cratered rooftop. Luxury reeks like a toxic tonic, a sick and sour salve to soothe self- inflicted wounds (ingredients include juice of … Continue reading Hymn to Riches
Just once and in the spirit of whatever winks please help me create a dearly different religion Steeped in hoot toot and with whistling almighties All given over unto and believed in with heavens upon from the get go Yes teach me how to sing like vines on porches or as spit-jokes do or as … Continue reading Given Over
So yes, cheetah-print carpet did whine something sensual as I pressed into it, coaxing me further upstairs because Is this what everyone else knew about? Hotels, spaces, glamorous enough for one’s own reinvention? because who really belongs here but the sharpened spiders crawling along the roof we peek over, fairy lights cutting their silhouette? Later, … Continue reading We’ve Never Been to This Part of Downtown
Your feet speak as they meet the scaffold stair: You brought this on yourself. It’s clear from the humorless way the garroter yanks your chain that he hates his work. You soften to the pillory’s kiss: its wooden hug whispers of headless love. The crowd squawks in unison. Your eyes empty themselves. The blade whistles … Continue reading Guillotine