Poem: Gossip
delayed respect affection (almost affectation?) but no: now is the time. courage in the face of the jeering —jealous— crowd every tidbit of new —old!– information delights me sparks more respect than I ever thought I could muster for you....
Poem: Lines
little boy, so far from home trapped in a (semi-)grown man’s body with a man’s needs afraid to be alone cutting lines like record grooves blast away the silence big big bumps the better to not hear you with —my dear— the better to not hear that little voice...
Poem: Fierce
Leopard sheets daring —but— in a conventional way not unlike your brave declarations special but the same Are you really so fierce? —or all roar— no bite and blunted claws...
Poem: False start
down to the deadline waiting will the tumblers fall and the lock drop a price for my follies a distraction burn it to the ground scorched earth under cover kamikaze class in. out. take my paper run. where to? no idea....
Poem: Gift
there is a beauty in yearning strings lush but somber melancholy and dazzling but if you want more cheerful counterpoint I will give it to you the light at the end of the tunnel once one gets there rather than that first distant spark of hope glimmering and beckoning...
Poem: Replacements
our beauty has been stolen from us we are brainwashed to accept concrete in place of marble rusty steel beams square blocks hostile to our hands brute English in place of our singing tongues jeans in place of frothy skirts blubber and obscenities gruff scowls in place of smiles...
Poem: Technicolor
vibrant color and leopard spots silk, satin, velvet pink tassel earrings dance and direct the eye easy to win against denim and grey t-shirts high heels beat sneakers candy scents and bright nails but only if one wants to win dares to try and has the guts to own...
Poem: Supply and demand
echoes from ancient —or so it feels— recordings my voice, my noise, my words: in my absence these still reverberate still sought out —by a few— but still more than zero I am shocked flattered confused and even a little grateful to be remembered and missed even if only...
Poem: Smokescreen
every story ends on a high note triumph at Coachella never taking out the trash the next day we want to seem heroic never bland we skim the details and hide the fall —or at least cry out “I meant to do that!”— is storytelling just another ruse we...
Poem: Spring cleaning
need for a purge cleansed toxins sludge from my bad habits physical spiritual and otherwise body, mind, and garden clutter of all types only keep the best of my bad habits the ones that make me smile...