Accompanying music. Blues wash boughs but black still keeps in the kitchen ‘spite the lights toasting coffee donut creams; when bird portraits lost come ‘live, when the slumber cinemas play still, till they’re suddenly breached by scents o’ cinnamon & the neon digit 3. Walk across the sweating grass, through the chilly wind o’ glass— […]
Accompanying music. Though I wrench you off your tree, ‘least I get to feel your flesh…? No, that’s not the way to treat sauce that grows right off the stem. Itch my nose with pepper smells, spread your veins all over me. I need sap mo’ than all elms —I’m the 1 who’s looking green. […]
Ripples in my glass o’ tea, how I could forever gaze & forget society, live my perfect holidays, breed my perfect memories, just to laugh into my face ‘bout the myth eternity. O, tart tea, give me a break. I try gathering all your rings, but they just slip down the sink, followed soon by […]
Accompanying music. April is the coolest month1, breeding flies & leaking oil. ¡Plastic stomachs’ filthy fluff! ¡Mattresses with ripped-up coils! Here the seagulls sing their squawks through the acid lemon rain over rusty concrete blocks with glass shards & worthless change. Spread your arms, feel all the brine, bang your heads while ravens cry, «HURRY […]
Accompanying music. Rainbows spread its fingers through granite gray & silver liquid crystal screens that always plume in the rain that makes it fidget. Should I splash my feet in you? Does it feel like smacks or pets? Looks as if you always snooze, slowly swaying white light flecks. Puddles never make me frown, always […]
Accompanying music. Is that chocolate syrup splayed? Spread the fluffy iris yolk, taste the ashes in the rain, smashing heart ribs with 1 stroke. I remember still your warmth, stilled by runny April sundown, when imaginations swarm, when again I lose my grounds. Still you leave your rusty stains on my mug, which won’t go […]
Accompanying music. Bloody eye o’ Zero, were I as steadfast as thou aren’t in your purple milky blur, my unbeatable broken heart, sickle cutting through the leaves, cut through by our shadows, yet that don’t mold your curdled cheese— not a clot: your veins stay fed. I arrived each hour last night —or this morn—so […]
Accompanying music. Some will say you hide the sun; I say that the sun hides you. Clean as cream or stained with mud, mixed with every hue o’ blue, you find comfy every season, mixing with both sun & rain; bubble me from earthly treason: pillow me in dreams away. Then the billows all turn […]
