Rain scattered o’er his face & chin & eyeballs. The sky was bluer than blue chairs. He was hungry. He was skeleton thin. His joints were somehow both sore from sleeping on the drywall & numb from the ice box in his heart. His fingers were crawling with hangnails. ‘Twas while trudging through the sky’s […]
¡Por ahí! ¡Mira! ¿Ves aquello espacio de estacionamiento que tiene las grietas y los bultos en la corteza? Es… No, viento, no puedes tomar este poema. Malo, ¿cuándo estaba yo? Por supuesto: soy eso espacio agrietado yo. Ahora, ¿Ves aquello espacio con la boca erótica de tormenta? No soy eso. No seré eso nunca. No. […]
To all the chewy chocolate that’s ‘tween my teeth, to the tears o’ stormy clouds both sour & sweet, to early evenings’ smeared lemon restless lights, to bus wheels’ jingling thunder-struck keys on kites, to flapping jackets that make the cool winds warm, to clapping firs both ecstatic & forlorn, to the tea & coffee […]
Blue in red hell, not where the roses rot, but where the rotten roses sniff unsmelled. The heart’s not warm, but caged in cold, told the warmth-made water would only feed mold. Cleanse the black rock o’ fuzzy green monsters. ¿Why e’en bother with those who don’t e’en bother? ¿Find these fish fit O so […]
I heard it, & we’re the worse f’it. I try to prop it all on my scarlet dictionary, when the spiral binding should’ve sufficed. You just can’t fuck with the fluoride fairy. If you try to, you just might grow a rosy boil that always feels greasy —perfection’s perfect foil. Easy, toy… & yet I’d […]
Such pastelleaves lodged in such tightsidewalk nooks.
What’s all o’ this trash doing in the middle o’ your room? Why don’t you be responsible for once & clean it up? You have too many ‘o them, anyway. Look, you don’t even use any o’ them. They’re just taking up precious space. They’re bound to go bad, anyway. If you can’t throw ’em […]
Accompanying music. Heralding the rainy fall, spotted aliens, you bring color to this misty pall, dancing, happy, moldy springs, mixing well with jungle drops that humidifies the air elsewise empty. E’en when not eating you, you taste o’ pears. Bounce me to the magic kingdom, teach me songs so I can sing them— all that […]
