Wednesday, October 30, 2013

African Peach

prickly tang
citris sweet
my arms
my legs
my pussy
palms pink
eyes black
hot skin
under 
promiscuous light--
hot burden of life;
the liquid weight 
of me;
crates of tea
brown, sweet, salty
as a rotten peach
dropped into the sea.

Wednesday, October 9, 2013

Mermaids & Fishermen

The machine of another week past. More hollow incantations.
Oh, Time, Gentle Lover
Cliché  and kind--my draft in the night--
Let me summon another spell, 
Now I am risen 
And too cold to cauterize these evening invitations.

Before sleep, I think now to shut the window.

A net lifted from the sea
Moves and breathes; 
Displays its wriggling collateral, 
And the fisherman's eyes remind me
That to be fettered, is unflattering.

Poppy seeds, or bobbin pins

(What cannot love, cannot 
Remember

Scattered 
And planted deeply
In the furniture, 
Between the broken springs (like dusty thorns)
Thrust from garden-patterned fabric.

Your abjection; m
y kindred blue abstraction;
He that mistakes sadness for beauty.
Ex all and erase 
Scribbled notes 
Among pastures of white margins,

Digested 
And left to collect in the corners of kitchens.

He throws pennies into the ocean
For something untied.

But take the knots from my hair,

And I would become

Ocean foam 
and 

Vapor trails;


A net lifted from the sea
Moves and breathes; 
Displays its wriggling collateral, 
And the fisherman's eyes remind me: 
To be fettered, is unflattering.