Left At The Altar For The Hungry Minstrel

a keyword
minus
the celibate
waist

dark doorways
&
a dynasty pinned
in black

Snowed in at O'Hare

I pull the wires that spin snowflakes
in the half-light of your round table eyes.
On them a flower breathes
its breath song.

Oh, unroll the linen star chart,
pull the sky down to touch it too;
the language of velvet & night
fills all space around us.

And we spin, spin, spin!
Faces bursting through hair only for flashes,
sculpturing our features together.

Far across the ocean
dusk falls behind gargoyles
waiting on a roof above the square.

You

put all the world's color
in your pocket
then
leave me
to slip & slide

through trumpets
made of nothing
but slobbering snow

table cloth spun in dirty water
banged against walls

a broken space in an
empty room far
from town
under him
small as dust

cracking

sober as an empty glass
jettison
notions of falling quickly
confuse me
like the space between legs and chair
ketchup and eggs
if the table was whiskey i'd drink it
then tickle you with pussy
willows but you are on another beach
unwinged and royal
and when i say flesh
you say red
beyond red titillation
HA!
another perfect sunset tied up and
waterproof

all because you made me google, amnesia

a slinky anagram
the forgotten password
to a soft bullet
don't sleep yet
your crescent tracks
crack
in my head
skin hook
do what you do to me
i am with you
with one hand
here comes we

you're my diamond boy

stuck
in the window
spaced
apart
snow worms
look
i've found god
under
this big skirt
in their cold hair
hey
can u inject me with some of that
brilliant juice
u know
for after
when i'm all warm
and feeling like a
gift
subdued lips
red on white
snow-mouth
yours are the poems i write

30 secs in the restroom

friday luncheon

dry sweat & a nose bleed
drunk auto dialers
the one recorded
eggnog

gallon tanks
of constant falling

in the vacant lot
a string of tiny red lights
under snow

a small table at the window

after returning his sports-car-smile

&

the occasional
power plant burn

after skimming the ringing
displayed
on wire from
the arch of his brows

i shake the page
& find a white throat
the flutter of black

my lucky hat

she keeps her red dress on
&
i only want to be the silent clip on her garter

i want to

just be

still

she never smiles
just stares

if i get naked will you hold me

use a careful
fierceness
to make me sweat

o

i'm

gasping

uhuhuh

working
up
to

shiny

sucking on her
majesticsprawlinglips

.

tonite..

i go to bed

wearing nothing

but

your cold weather

i see

into the window of my pillow

you are sketching

my gloves

in small circles

.