Stuff I Done Written


Breaded Idol

Uniform scrubbed-apple faces with turned-up noses folded their hands to pray.

I thought I was a bastard until the pine needles crunched beneath my feet.

Rain plunked on aluminum sididng as thunder exploded.

A novice served the clergy's dinner.

Everything tried to hold its breath.

Break bread with me and shut the fuck up!

Stealthily I trip and fall, causing an ant to drop its food.

Somebody starved to death.

I would never presume to be so uncouth

as to cross myself when entering a forest.


Glass

Because we had a veil of loneliness

we groped in the dark till we found each other.

Our faith in each other grew

until it manifested as resentment.

Now

in my self-contained conspiracy

against your mercy,

I see your strength

that mocks me.

So I shout

I am alone on a hill, dressed in rags,

and I am calling out your name with pride.

My words shatter you.

Your steel is glass.


Water

As if some god were skipping stars

across the unassuming waves,

dancers shine and soak the wind,

breaking in a swirl of madness

across the unassuming waves.

They move above the silent black,

breaking in a swirl of madness.

Hands that force the night to come

move above the silent black,

make the dancers leave the deep.

Hands that force the night to come

sway and grope in silent depths.

To make the dancers leave the deep

seaweed stalks of dancing hair

sway and grope in silent depths

against the pressure of the sea.


Syros

Lured into the Aegean by

fantasies of floating

on life-sized

paintings,

I push--------->and >--------pull my arms

through salt and p l a n k ton,

innumerable goods

suspended by physical laws.

Displacement

would calculate my f a t content but I don't care.

I am slick and m-o-v-i-n-g......

I am swimming in a

treasure chest

too large to bury

Ghosts of pirate ships

with deadwood holes

crumble past the cove and I think maybe just maybe

they will swallow me and I will be

bellied

in their hulls, a suburban Jonah.

I will light a fire with bones of those who came before me

those who were not

spit out

those who were bellied forever

because they learned their lesson.


Tigers

A ziploc bag filled with infected water

light a candle

purify

Burn the corners of the blade

my blade

hot steel

red pulses

and look for a door

but I am sealed,

tucked inside

Ladder, please.

Shadows in the hall

find a door to bleed out infection

rip

pull

cut

a lullaby to swell tears from my eyes

Cut a door

release the lies

tiger stripes dripping red from

arms

thighs

wherever clothes cover

and infection escapes,

at least a little.

Every night a communion

flesh and steel

years fly by and every night,

sometimes day,

medicated bathroom stalls

whitewashed walls

I want to feel anything

but I hide

empty tears salt tongue and lips.

Ask me a question and I just might lie.

pencil on

torn napkin

another door

bigger than tiger stripes

amoxacillin to an infected soul

Shadows fading

light swells

tears

real tears explode supernova

without question

without glory

Scribbled lines on a torn napkin last longer than scars,

and push

full water

tiger-strong from bloodshot eyes.


White

If I were small I'd sneak up on the elves and catch them line-dancing.

Branches crossed await a new messiah.

Sponges soak up the sweat and rain.

Melting into steel I shiver as I sink northward.

Orange berries pull me down until I swim.

Scrubbing the sink until it wears away I am layered.

Bravado lurks and later manifests its shame.

Quietly I creep through the tunnel and rest my blisters.

Even now I cannot seem to eat tomatoes.

So very white, this pen will sing for its supper.

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