The summer heat fell
pinning my chest to the floor.
My thoughts stagnated
but I held one clean image.
The romantic cool sip of lemonade.
Ice clinking in a glass, a clear heavy cold glass.
Not like the blue and white plastic that held my Kool-ade.
It was blue as well.
I could feel the dies coating my lips and tongue and throat.
But then everything clung to me.
A mass of sweat, oil, and blue Kool-ade
I laid on the floor thinking of
my lemonade.
October
Pumpkin Patches turn me on.
Those big orange asses,
sweet like sex to me.
Split them open, Scoop their mush with my spon.
Glossy Goopy Fibrous Mesh...
A spongy sparkling web
holding those white perfect salted seeds...
I eat them by the handful if you ask me nice.
And that smell
So rich and dank.
Unpleasant with its' confrontation.
So bold
so strong
so musty
Inhale to feel its' hold
exhale it before it controls you.
OCTOBER
Autumn brings the pumpkin whore.
Those big orange asses,
sweet like sex to me.
Split them open, Scoop their mush with my spon.
Glossy Goopy Fibrous Mesh...
A spongy sparkling web
holding those white perfect salted seeds...
I eat them by the handful if you ask me nice.
And that smell
So rich and dank.
Unpleasant with its' confrontation.
So bold
so strong
so musty
Inhale to feel its' hold
exhale it before it controls you.
OCTOBER
Autumn brings the pumpkin whore.
Quiet
"Quiet...Quiet...start simple" she said holding my hand in hers.
It wouldn't move.
My fingers frozen by her words
they just laid there limp
not even trembling.
"Just a little more keep the lights on this time"
She dumped it on to her lap.
The hand
heavy and dead
It slid deeper than I wanted to go
would have gone
hoped to go.
But weighted
it sank into her and she let out this sound.
a sound that made me ache
buttermilk smooth and warm, wet and delicious.
It wouldn't move.
My fingers frozen by her words
they just laid there limp
not even trembling.
"Just a little more keep the lights on this time"
She dumped it on to her lap.
The hand
heavy and dead
It slid deeper than I wanted to go
would have gone
hoped to go.
But weighted
it sank into her and she let out this sound.
a sound that made me ache
buttermilk smooth and warm, wet and delicious.
Brick
It wouldn't be about her,
it never was.
The others were lost in themselves
not really knowing what they needed to fill that hole.
She came to them
a weak point of insertion,
wedging her thoughts between their well conceived plans.
Even if she cut close,
hit a bone
bit deep for a moment
no outward facade would be scarred.
They were too well built for that.
it never was.
The others were lost in themselves
not really knowing what they needed to fill that hole.
She came to them
a weak point of insertion,
wedging her thoughts between their well conceived plans.
Even if she cut close,
hit a bone
bit deep for a moment
no outward facade would be scarred.
They were too well built for that.
Leak
She struggled to keep it
leaking from her hands
tiny drops
pooling in the creases
dripping over her palms
running to meet the ground,
and there
it was gone.
Erased and confused with the rain,
and the rich black mud.
Fertility
in a viscous pile of her thoughts
in the seed that fell hours before
in the seductive cool puddle in the dirt
She could still taste it.
Her life had been wasted for this moment.
Bitter smells of nitrogen life
Violation
Sweet wifs of decay
Harmony
The rain
enhanced and corrupted for her somehow now.
All of it was
Tainted
leaking from her hands
tiny drops
pooling in the creases
dripping over her palms
running to meet the ground,
and there
it was gone.
Erased and confused with the rain,
and the rich black mud.
Fertility
in a viscous pile of her thoughts
in the seed that fell hours before
in the seductive cool puddle in the dirt
She could still taste it.
Her life had been wasted for this moment.
Bitter smells of nitrogen life
Violation
Sweet wifs of decay
Harmony
The rain
enhanced and corrupted for her somehow now.
All of it was
Tainted
Holiday Jell-o
When I finally reached the bed my body sank,
filling the ergonomic wells I had created on other nights like this one.
The springs eventually resisted to support me,
but my spine crumbled next.
Clicking out of place
Slipping like a worn gear.
Face down
I could feel the beads of my back pool at the bottom of my stomach
sitting with undigested meals and fat,
like cherries dropping to the bottom of a holiday jell-o.
filling the ergonomic wells I had created on other nights like this one.
The springs eventually resisted to support me,
but my spine crumbled next.
Clicking out of place
Slipping like a worn gear.
Face down
I could feel the beads of my back pool at the bottom of my stomach
sitting with undigested meals and fat,
like cherries dropping to the bottom of a holiday jell-o.
Lint
I like the way you feel in my hands,
small, soft and weak.
I catch you and hold your squirming body,
and I am happy.
Those eyes of yours look up to me.
Asking so many unreal questions,
and I laugh.
I want to keep this moment forever.
So I fold you and wrap you in paper,
and slip you into my pocket to stay warm.
small, soft and weak.
I catch you and hold your squirming body,
and I am happy.
Those eyes of yours look up to me.
Asking so many unreal questions,
and I laugh.
I want to keep this moment forever.
So I fold you and wrap you in paper,
and slip you into my pocket to stay warm.
My Hill
The rain began.
You sat on my hill looking to the stars for their secrets.
I wanted to touch you.
Say a word to let you see, that I understood.
But there are no words to trap the sky.
No words to make your eyes swell
and your throat choke with epiphany.
Standing at a distance, I watched the thoughts turn in your head,
and the moment we shared passed through me.
You sat on my hill looking to the stars for their secrets.
I wanted to touch you.
Say a word to let you see, that I understood.
But there are no words to trap the sky.
No words to make your eyes swell
and your throat choke with epiphany.
Standing at a distance, I watched the thoughts turn in your head,
and the moment we shared passed through me.
Circles
Insanity turns circles behind my tired eyes.
My thoughts wander to you and the days we still touched.
I linger there.
Drifting to some point I do not hold.
Tethered to you I can't go far.
Will you keep me?
Can I stay?
Hold me in regard if nothing else.
My thoughts wander to you and the days we still touched.
I linger there.
Drifting to some point I do not hold.
Tethered to you I can't go far.
Will you keep me?
Can I stay?
Hold me in regard if nothing else.
Rubber Meat
With their dirty little mouths
they take it all in.
slurping
gnawing
tearing.
There is a haste to it ...
not a calm ingestion,
but an utter consumption.
they take it all in.
slurping
gnawing
tearing.
There is a haste to it ...
not a calm ingestion,
but an utter consumption.
Clouds
The clouds got themselves caught in my tree last night.
Wrapped in the braces
like plastic bags,
I wonder if they miss the sky.
Wrapped in the braces
like plastic bags,
I wonder if they miss the sky.
Ripe
Your fruit sat heavy on my table.
A thick drip of sweet decay
rolled from the stretched split skin.
I missed your passing perfection
waiting for just the right shade of ripe.
A thick drip of sweet decay
rolled from the stretched split skin.
I missed your passing perfection
waiting for just the right shade of ripe.
Full
A hesitant glance told me she was ready.
The glow of the fields sat under her breasts,
and the moon clung in her hair like a warm friend.
She was love that night.
I took her into me with no resistance.
Swam in her eyes while she read my soul with her fingertips.
Goose flesh braille exposed my every expectation.
And the swelling that exploded in my chest,
showed me a pause
a moment not of clarity but of experience.
I knew nothing
wanted nothing
I was satisfied
complete
full
The glow of the fields sat under her breasts,
and the moon clung in her hair like a warm friend.
She was love that night.
I took her into me with no resistance.
Swam in her eyes while she read my soul with her fingertips.
Goose flesh braille exposed my every expectation.
And the swelling that exploded in my chest,
showed me a pause
a moment not of clarity but of experience.
I knew nothing
wanted nothing
I was satisfied
complete
full
Dipped
The sky dipped down one night,
hanging so I could reach it.
It told me about you,
skinny dipping with the stars,
tickling the moon's fat belly,
licking the cream from the Milky Way.
And I laughed,
as all your secrets were whispered in my ear.
hanging so I could reach it.
It told me about you,
skinny dipping with the stars,
tickling the moon's fat belly,
licking the cream from the Milky Way.
And I laughed,
as all your secrets were whispered in my ear.
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