11.20.16
i’m stretching beyond boundary
thinly sliced into action
i’m abundant
too there to be here. too here to be there.
11.18.16
Better batter.
fox calls, early morning rise
youre den’s been crashed in
salted
turned with lemonade and bitter sugars
how long will you chase your own tail?
its not up to us to decide our capacity
beauty in the eye of the beholder, right dear?
nothing about this is beautiful
its rough and messy
far from abstract its
snarling
cringe your nose in disgust.
lets play fox and hound.
11.17.16
showers clean time off my skin
wants to jump out of its undoing
there’s no place like no place like no place
and you’re there
clearly a mold into the mattress
two stucco to fit elsewhere
you’ve been caged
to a twin bed and an arm that falls asleep sooner now
let me tie your wrists
free your body
lets do moon walks and fox dances
lets prance around the map like stubborn pins
we’re more trailer park Storie than Gulliver
there’s Macgyver in our bones
use them
…
im bitter with the cold
snapping whelp-pup
11.15.16
Car wash day
I’ve been keeping tabs on the filters for extra particles
dreaming of lovers lovers lovers
the kind I was to (k)hiss.
it’s been a long time since
millennia.
i’m cooing hoots in space hoping for moisture to carry enough weight
to reach your brow
for your hand to grace the wet away – curiously
this is effortless.