Sunday, September 15, 2013

Bone Flour

But my arsenal
is depleted
and you’re so far


The sky cast
an autumn apparition
before summer started
it’s tyranny –

when you became
so cool
with your cast-iron

And in the scraping night

we’re killing ourselves
with plastic thoughts

while the delirious massacre

occurs in the still dead

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Friday the 13th

The first whisper
of a breath of fall

coming in
through the cracks
of the window.

Your head rested
comfortably against my dreams.

My failings still stirring
on the pillow –

my eyes
not adjusting to light;

I will never go
to sleep

pinned perfectly
between your arms.

This bed spells

when 1 a.m. is always
rising to the surface of the sun.

It’s hard to know
which chair in the corner
will help me


these dreams

are going 
faster than how you left;

those nights
when we stayed


Wednesday, September 11, 2013

To Little; To Late (An Ode)

When she called
over a year ago
from a hotel room
in Chicago

and say no more.

She had hips,
          not too much;


She was the acme
of smooth
delicate traces.

She stared
at a foreign headboard

and I withheld
the true depth
of an engrossing sentiment.

Say no more –

shades of green.

Monday, September 9, 2013

The People v. Existence

She sleeps
beside me

but I have no idea
who she is.

I knew her once
very well

some time ago.

Maybe a week
or 10 years
have passed –

I don’t sleep anymore.

As a shadow
of my former self

she is merely
an apparition

and as real
as this night

falls upon the crooked earth

in a gold car
with the windows up

she sleeps beside me

but neither of us
are really present