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"Get In. Get Out. Don't Linger. Go On."
Monday, August 17, 2015
Jade Sea Glass
Tossed by tongue
a tiny vessel
is weathered
& turned
until it
evaporates
into a whisper
of warm
green apple.
Friday, July 17, 2015
Bad Habits
Your speaker phone is unsatisfied,
M A G N I F Y I N G
tight throat accusations.
It is a Spanish Inquisition of exotic profanity.
I understand nothing
but a broken
m a r r i a g e
and that the office
is no place
for this public execution.
Limp
Interrupted sky.
Failed fingers
catches no
c
lo
u
d,
climaxestoosoon.
City body, blinking eyes.
Street creases.
You look tired. You look tired. You look tired.
Humming bell jar.
A pendulum
Swings
to arrive
Swings
to depart
A bridge is a
bandage.
Crown of horns
Bleedingcars
Bleedingcars
Bleedingcars
I was STRUCK by promise
and now
I walk
with a limp.
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Animalia
“Jailbait and black snakes are two things I won’t touch with a window pole”
- Breece D’J Pancake
Warm weather guests
trespass to
bathe in
radiating lakes.
Bare
skin imprinted
as if
grass
pushed back.
Sweet sweat
coconut;
she bakes.
She browns
vanilla cakes.
He studies
celestial bodies
but geology does not
please
like this.
It took millions of years to perfect these hills
and they will outlive
our Animalia
appreciation.
Dynamite clouds
break Kyanite
until it leaks
metallic streaks.
Forked tongues
strike & lick.
Heat quivers
like ribbons,
they slither.
out of sight
for cover
There are
no
snake charmers
after
dark.
Just a ridge
arching
its back;
fur standing
on end,
steaming.
Sunday, January 26, 2014
Spam Poetry Returns!
This is a portion of a spam comment left on my music blog this week about boosting
testosterone
.
So that first common carp
not a balanced
crust and paste
bait that tempted
a fish to walk
meant so much,
particularly as it was
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Odes to VA
Sky Writing
Sky blue
water towers
don't lie.
Danville, VA
is a world class
operation.
It is practically
written in the
sky by God.
Dick Cross
Flashing
lights.
Riding
back
roads.
Who Owns the Hands
that wishes "WASH ME"
or
Autographs paper chests
and
How dirty are they?
Low shoulders.
Dangerous curves.
Rear entry.
Safety words.
of Virginia
is less titillating
with the lights
of day on.
Rippled, cracked,
and hopelessly grey
her body is surrounded
by an orgy of
hallow brittle bones
standing bare, erect,
and motionless as if
they fell asleep
penetrating her
downward.
upon the backs of trucks
with inky uneven nipples
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
The Shortest Distance
A naked body
in the center of your road;
I am a dash
to your extended line
that stretches indefinitely
in opposite directions.
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