Thursday, August 29, 2013

Cave In

Fool me once, love
and I wind up at the bottom of a glass.
Fool me twice,
and the conch shell's siren song is hard to ignore.

Even a cold river would do,
rock-lined pockets
with the wolf's ghost looking on in haunting approval
(because those who stray from the pack know the secret)

But then...
There is the go-on-living part,
soul-chipped, another jagged break against fine sand.

I can smell my nostril's salty burn
On this return
The ocean having already sold me her wares
right before my toes first tread hot patches tide will never reach.

Monday, August 26, 2013

Wonder. Lust.

Forgive my words if they run away from me towards you.
It has been awhile since I’ve written and containment isn’t an option.
     (Usually the inspiration is some dissident:
     distant melancholy pulling me,
     strings, threads
     to that play-space where I hammer-smoke verse, a mixed-bag blacksmith)

I am not a bee keeper, nor hive queen.
Have no patience for dewy netted hats, protective gloves, or giving directive,
Not all separation and order yields nectar,
Not all togetherness stings.

What I want is to stop waiting at airports for trains...
To mark one lil lazydaisy valley my heart’s cornucopia,
A newly forged instrument,
     hybrid: flute, didgeridoo, sitar, and soku.
Its lithe love songs tangled in my hair, like your hands.

Thursday, August 22, 2013


Evergreen with envy,
Lilacs perch, pastel-tin cloaked on a window sill
Unaware of their own sweet, erotic pulp
Fragrant and budding in turmoil
Wishing a more cosmopolitan air
To be less paschal, sexier…
Lust’s sweaty manhunt flower

Just like those red petals below,
Those, right there, on that haughty bush!
But lilacs boast no thorns

Advice Column

The Kachina dance-whispered in my ear,
Ancestor news-radio style,
steady-voiced commands you must take special care to hear
My personal postal service…

and through the cacophony, sights and sounds modern,
She gushed, like freshly machete’d melons,
“Wait for it, it’s coming.”

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Sagittarius Moon

star-crossed star-sign love.
red mercury rising down,
it will snow tonight.

Thursday, January 17, 2013

Cougar Town

I want you because you smell like vanilla and innocence
and mine was taken without permission.
before I had a voice.
before I knew how to measure either
to bake the perfect batch of sugar cookies.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Puttin Out

i am just going to put this out there now
to make midnight blush
and turtle babies crack their way to the sea

here it is:

children puffing pollen air bound in spring, empty stem in hand
ice cream dripping down chins and thighs on hot summer nights
lovers making just that in public where only a few can see,
(i know i watch)

remembering paris beyond the architecture, art in the people
harlots with sad eyes lit red, with a glimmer of blue hope

end or beginning.