Crux Ansata
Dawn exposes herself here
Gives herself with tax
In the East, then, the
West
Mist steams off grass
blades
Animals’ calls slide
through
the orange sheets of
light,
where exact shadows ink
smiling abstractions upon
the soil
New cruxes begin in beds
Or streets or floors and
futons
The same old stresses
loved to be hated
Missed when they are gone,
Loathed when they appear
Night, are you better for
peace
At least, if we can sleep
then
Invisible Sandwich
Notice money is not handed
to you in exchange for
food
because we don’t kill
anymore
We speak and the feat
is
a phenomenon, but curses
spread and bones are
spread too
over invisible sandwiches
promised to the starving
Skinnier than dead trees,
but
organs pump inside while
a different, fat heart
palpitates
from caffeine intake
watching
the flies tap dance on
chapped skin
The standing, cosmic
malnourished
frame falls and passes
back into
a watershed dream we can
never see
A place where sandwiches
are for free |
Shady Bones
Peel my face off
Watch the rain drop
backwards
and rub cigarettes out on
my skull
Twisting to
a table
Where I sit within
a drunken nebula
Suns are memories and
gods are regrets
Fellow skeleton-men,
smoking
and playing ‘Texas Hold
‘Em’
Betting heart attacks
and disloyal wives
as naughty daughters hump
boyfriends raw
Calling dealers
handing a method
to eat holes in the brain
and suck scum off sex
she’s never smelled
Previously
“Officer down!’
Caressed the potency
of the ill-slaked crystal
Flesh is no more
and breath is
vacuumed out like
grime from lazy-faced
carpet
Dirty love
to fix yourself
Yes, dearest, worlds are
shattered
to repair you. |