There are revelations that leave
a man broken.
Today, I ran my fingers along the razor
edge of fissures,
Paul and Pythia
finding intersection
in the body. A thorn, a vapor,
rising, burrowing, inside
the temple. I question
if either could be
blood of your blood,
the deepest chasm
buried in, splitting
the flesh
out
of complacency.
Calculations
disinterested as the moon
in calculations on the formula
for all soils and sandstone
irresistible currents
traffic the sea-canyons
as numbers of finned
bodies slick between
bars of Mercator
projections — distorted
images of a world
replete with fury
and sound they set
waves in motions
rolling rocking
across vast spaces of midnight
sky and ripple with subterfuge
like irregular notes of a sleepless
mockingbird lost
beyond the open
window of your past
We were in sevens you and I
Smack-peck, Smackpecksmackpeck
You kissed me. Smackpecksmack
Quickly, you kissed me. I don’t love you kiddo…
But your cute is contagious.
Take all of me— I take you only,
More than a friend, not A friend at most…
Cutsie in a little box. You’re cute, I think I’ll
keep you, keep you.
You’re adorable.
Take all of me,
Take my all. Take just what I am,
This kiss burns. That kiss burns when you
cling to me.
I don’t have time for this. Give it just a minute.
You’ll never know.
I want to know how (You don’t have a clue.)
To win you.
And why this? It’s just that you have to ask.
You have to ask!
Smack-peck-in-sevens.
I know what you’re feeling.
Not a lover—
Striking Striking yes, but then,
Lonely like an anvil. I told you I was lonely, and
Those sparks. My heart. Waiting on the fire.
It’s not you.
This is unkind. Waiting is kind.
And love is not yours I have love boy, and
Or mine. It is mine.
The locust have awakened
Their deep slumber broken by the sultry heat of summer
They sing
The trees curtained with the sound of times passing
I heard them once before
When I was younger
My little face looking towards the trees
Knowing that when I heard them again I’d be older
My dirty hands and scraped knees are now clean and healed
Their screams reminding me that nothing but their awakening remains the same
