Wednesday, August 31, 2005

Tilted

You dark streetwalker
of poets:

audacious, open-throated

lend me your ripe body

and
big-tooth-smile

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Drinking Toasts & Wearing Garlands

     when you were in montana
we met in paris
     on a soft circle
where moons flew
     into our hidden fists


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Friday, August 26, 2005

Love Poem #28

for you

in the wooden box

part of XXXIX

by EE Cummings ///

why then to Hell with that:theother,this
since the thing perhaps is
to eat flowers and not be afraid.






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Wednesday, August 24, 2005

A Flash Back - Come To Bed

i bought this bottle of wine

for the thin color

and wispy print

next to the mysterious silhouette

on the label


after 2 glasses


i feel an odd presence


it's you

your eyes all sleepy
and your hair
sticking up all over your head

singing that silly song
take on me
by a-ha






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Monday, August 22, 2005

Love Poem #27

seconds suspended by destiny

and champagne

i become sad

when your name

disappears
from my computer screen


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Sunday, August 21, 2005

Cycles Gladiator




my magic bike

guides me through the night

we adore you

whisper

the stars
the fish
&
the parrots

woof woof

says the little dog

little dog little dog

go away

i am

naked



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Friday, August 19, 2005

12/25

12/25
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I am going to shake the
love out of this poem
like dead pine needles
like Jessica's teeth that
her boyfriend knocked out
of her mouth this morning
barefoot in the snow
saying, i'll hit you again
i'll hit you again
and i was hanging
out of my living room window
screaming I'm calling 911
you mother fuckers

.



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Thursday, August 18, 2005

Love Poem #19

"dark love"

would be

you coming to live with me

nothing sexual
except maybe a cock ring

sleepy face on my nest

because you are a weeping willow


..

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Love Poem #2

or

to the poet with the burning leaves (red like the tree)

my dark boat

my reflection

you blind me
in this small box





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Friday, August 12, 2005

8/12/05

still up @ 5:23 a.m.
all drunk & stoned

Deplorable, graphic violence is OK so long as nobody says any naughty words! —South Park

doesn't seem like such a sin
if you are revising a poem

I'd love to love you but I get so blown away - Neil Young

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Dear Jeff

by the time u gave me
that anniversary ring
the one with the huge ass rocks
it was too late
and I wanted to smash it in your face
or make u eat it


*

at the tiny table in the tiny restaurant
in the Louvre


we drank the sparkling water

and secretly hated

each other

while at the next table

real lovers

kissed

Saturday, August 06, 2005

the sleeping



the kiss only

covered part of her

lips

painted up

in blackberry

and when he touched

her hair

he touched the root of summer

and many small

shy

things



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Thursday, August 04, 2005

Franz Ludwig..

was a leo & a drunk & called his dick
flipper

we met at the Berghoff
in Giessen

on our first date
we got drunk on Esbach/cola
& smoked alot of hash

then he showed me
poster size photos
of himself in a white
disco-type-suit
publicity shots
he was a singer

years later
my sister
Rita called me
laughing
quess who i just saw on the Hit Parade

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

tuesday a.m. - 2 beer limit

..........

one sweetie wants to call me
one hates me &
one is terrified

nuke a frozen package of salsbury steaks
200 % fat
add lettuce
and onion
on rye toast
it ain't that bad

Tuesday, August 02, 2005

no longer distinguishable..

which parts are theirs
and which are yours
yet
they all sing together
slipping in and out of each other
sometimes slow sometimes fast
to pluck
a broken nerve
or suck a bleeding vein
a word cradle
all sloshy & immense in its quiet power
completely unaware of heads
floating away


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The Forest

take my hands, he said

and we flew
the blood rushing to my face
-----------

my eyes had to shake
themselves
for clustered in the trees
were the glittering echoes
of stars

our energy, he said

and suddenly i became sad
remembering the shattered moon

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