Monthly Archives: April 2015

An Untitled Poem

shudder new round pigeons on dance of
a magician & against stepping is give into cliffs language
the clauses butterfly the frozen eye
your eye your wind & a marble
it flames in given frozen clauses with round green of poetry
abstract of stepping you of castaway warmth
a terrace & infecting mass claw your clockwork flame
in ill-advised shudders new & time & dashing up against
abstract frequencies are attempts frozen in & possibly
cinema cascading derangement but bicycle & marble freeze
stage turning distraction emboldened
swept the ill-advised when the opal stepping sees carefully
electric terrace shock ink forgettable
all tooth & claw
your season is in & tables shuts the magician’s time
& has precious & possibly for magic & a sword
but on & on with blue decided cliffs
the forgotten & nevermind its snapped butterfly
i’ve got it mass stepping knife
but easily

4-15-2015 |

In Shadows You Walk With Me

Kathy Kirby takes a swig from the half-full bottle of chartreuse, grimaces, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and hands the bottle to Geoffrey Nash. Another burst of tingly warmth blooms in her belly and runs sparkling through her veins like vines. She pops the plump silence between them with a short, sharp laugh and says, “Okay, tell me again about this Green Woman. You said you saw her last year, walking home from the ‘Ring in the Spring’ party at Chris and Andy’s, right?”

Geoffrey leans back on the steps and cracks a smile. “Yeah, that’s right.” He takes a modest sip of the piney liqueur and coughs. “Damn, this stuff is harsh! Smooth, but harsh. Like whiskey, if whiskey was made by hippie monks.”

“Shut up,” Kathy says. “You love it. And don’t change the subject. The Green Woman. You saw her last year.”

“That’s what I said.” (more…)

4-13-2015 |

The Illustrious Decision to Excise Compassion From the Wounded Heart of the World

she
wears a bootprint
on the side of her face

but

she
refuses
to kneel before the phantom oligarchs

she
has mud on her teeth
&
she
has gelignite on her tongue
&
she
has no fear of blood
to shut her up
cold

4-10-2015 |

Sixteenth Love Is Gone

blue-skinned, sea-changed, you come into
the place you dreamt it all began, the
briny palace in the deeps, home of everything
you
have long
forgotten

where did you leave your heart? you found
an empty birdcage in your chest, your head
all stuffed with sawdust & glass, your eyes
missing like
the pearls you once
had in your
pockets

you’ve grown so cold as stone, your laughter
unchained but dormant, comatose, like
the wintry blood that sludges through
your veins

so sad that
you cannot
feel the feeling pulsing through the world
around you, rushing & washing as
tempests out of teapots, you once
felt all of this, but
now you’re like a
dead thing, still
as a doll
on your
bed

good night
sleep tight
don’t you dare wake up

4-08-2015 |

Race the Clock

30 minutes until
30 minutes until
30 minutes until
this sweet expanse explodes
in radiant action
in radiant action
in radiant action
in this city of a thousand dreams

i’m a creep, i’m a dope
i’m a firm believer in hope
i’m a cat
caught in the middle of a balancing act

i’m a dragon, i’m a thorn
stuck in your side since the day i was born
i’m a madman until
i’m a madman until
i’m a madman until
you don’t think i’m a madman anymore

you can try if you want to
try to break & bend me like tin
but fuck, i’m not going to let you win

until it’s
30 minutes until
30 minutes until
30 minutes until
i explode on your scene
crisp & clean
& motherfucking obscene
these words reflected
these words reflected
these words reflected
& refracted in my bumblebee eyes

i’m a fragmented mind
i’m a fragmented mind
i’m a fragmented mind
i’m a fragmented mind

i’m a fragmented kind of kid

4-06-2015 |

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