Posts for June 30, 2015

I remember the first utterance. Handing back
your favorite book,
Lafcadio: The Lion Who Shot Back, I said — you know,
this is basically Invisible Man.
You shrugged — I don’t know what that is,
and stared
at me wide-eyed, wolf-eared and waited,
ready. It was that moment,
looking up at your face
from my spot criss-cross applesauce
on your bedroom floor,
when I said —
It’s my favorite book
but meant —
I love you. Of course,
like with many things between us,
something was lost
in the translation.

Forgets that hell

is other people

with a fervent haste

Shoots  blank

messages

to imperfect strangers

with “Go to the gun

range” listed as their ideal

date

Refreshes inbox

with unforeseen agony

every other

split second

Wonders why

anyone would use

pick-up lines

when they’re trying

to get laid

Seems like a contradiction

Brief bio:

-Five foot

nothing

-Only has one

working eye

but likes what he sees

-Enjoys a nice pipe

-Rejected the Nobel prize

-Has needs like you

fucking people

Sorry not so good

at bios

any questions

just ask

 A ladybug flies off my middle finger

My mom asks me if ive named the fire

-fly that’s been stuck to my shirt

for the better part

of a day

I say No, I wouldn’t be so bold

but I would be so bold

as to swat the shit

out of a beetle

after it bites me and then

anything else that touches me
            

 Buzz has gotten out

and the assault is on

as I type this

on a bugged computer

I always knew
that deep down
I had a spirit of a wolf.

All beasts came from the wolf.
Man, and dogs.
Distant relatives. This fact

is only known to those
taking pilgrimage. Those
whom have seen me eat meat

like a hound.
With hands, and mouth red.
No offerings to the gods.

                                                      Moons and Junes and Ferris wheels
                                                                The dizzy dancing way you feel…
                                                                                             – Joni Mitchell

way she fucks-
jesus

you are no man
but way she worships you
makes you feel 
like god
could god be a woman

but if not
then you would settle 
for being roots
beneath her
the strength of her incredible
pressing you in place

and you
saying, “yes!

i limit you 
but stay with me;
i will keep you living”

minimal 
lepidopteran 
I crush it

I’ve been scooped out,
hollowed out.
There’s nothing left of feeling
except the emotions that 
Tear me apart,
Scrape clean my gut;
anger
indignation
ragefury.
They’ve lit me on fire
from the inside out,
burned me up.
I’m ire animated,
anger walking.
I’m afraid that if
anger’s passion didn’t
Give me bones,
I’d have nothing left
To walk around inside my skin.

We learn to apportion
alone and together time–
letting one feed the other–
so that we can breathe
in both worlds.