I dropped a penny on a copper table Sibilant sprinkled sound took hold of a young woman She snapped her head into a wooden flower pot that made all too metallic of a noise not to laugh at. Maybe it was the echo of the penny, or maybe she only measured ideas by change they made Advertisements Continue reading Copper
Wild things have toe nails and their fingers end in tips Their hair flies quick in whips And looks quite nice with blood-red lips Wild things have ear rings as their fingers sometimes do Their eyes are often blue To match their mood soon spread to you Wild things show their bellies as they poke your tummy Their feet can be dirty Cuz shoes don’t fit feet so filthy Wild things have legs they barely cover with fish nets Their chests are jeweled in sweat So you hunt for them to get wet Wild things have … Continue reading How’d Max Do It?
You didn’t say janbiya, but I felt it on the back of my neck. I, surprised as always, taut and learned from your sharp words cloaked in curves, look for a new path to burn. It leads nowhere. I turn away From the realization that your lips form nothing but Promises, a carriage for indirect truths. I learn too— Ignore your curves, but not your slants. I can’t explain—everything I give you couldn’t—how the corners of the table Curve through the years. Pains, like edges, Dull, and the knees of those groping through the dark will be Saved … Continue reading The Curved Edge
I flinch with the smell of smoke. It wakes me up a moment before you lay down. It has been a while since your four o’clock … Continue reading Snake Oil