Tuesday, November 20, 2007

a medical condition

something in a jar
in a room full of chemicals
it could have been
a brew of tendrils, tails,
bone-eating acids
i could run my fingers along these jars
quarts of beans, then peaches
sack of stomach resurfacing
handfuls of almonds
eaten into pulp
each announcement a burn mark
to last a long time
etched into metal
salt thin baby
rebuilt

5 senses

HEAR
scratching ink
tecla tecla tecla
keys jingle, dog collars, dog tags
cat power: colors and the kids
words that don't stop
words that start first
anxiety and ideas
something knocking inside
reverberations
a strangling
the stem is being crushed
petals don't know how to unfurl
but jesus this thing wants to come to life
silent singing


TASTE
chocolate chip cookies, too blond
ambition: breeze, sea spray, clean sweat
green tea, smooth jitters
landing, the thread through a needle
words come together
loomed paragraphs
sweetness


SMELL
black fig underarm paste
something called joy:
she told me to put it over my heart,
behind my ears, around my wrists
happy handcuffs
linseed oil in the corners
purple easter eggs, if this sense evokes the past
baby skin: a desired smell,
an amalgam of us on
something yet inconceivable
bitter fig, lodged in the chest
there's just no picking it
I wait for the birds to come and peck


SEE
new yellow walls
envy
honey wood
horizons
blue eyes
streaks in the hair
a floor like a sea, black rubber
white screens with little letters
words words words
women with good ideas and motivation
competent man with wounds
blue merle



TOUCH & FEEL
lines around my eyes: something's coming
a hole in my core, a hollow
cracked heels and callouses
wood floors
the weight of a body upside down
dusty fur
pages of a book, smooth covers
curls
mug handle, silver leaf plunge
longing
oval egg, warm or cool
keys on the pad, buttons
something dripping: hope, change, blood

Monday, November 5, 2007

Fleckles

(a 2 x ? of 6 "blemishes")


Cheek divets
unsightly crumbs?
breakfast smear?
I’ll go
wash it
off my
face I
said with
small voice
nervous and
quivering flaws
slack-jawed
nothing looking
back mirrored
only this
blue eyes
ooooooh my
sea skies
far-away children
covet, crave
privilege packets
shame pools
unrequested doorway
over arching
thick crows
in flight
brooke shields
grandpa kind
pluck not
or become
drag queenish
bird pecked
pock marks
pebble-sized
bikini line
scratch signs
and another
off color
un-announced
third nipple
amidst the
beet juice
splatter stain
of angiomas