Thursday, December 19, 2013

A Dream Within a Dream Dreaming

How much repetition
before we loop back
to originality?

You finally released
the locking sphenoid
that kept me clenched
to your ghost;

apnea aside
I rest easy now.

I easily rest
aside apnea

and she smothers
me seldomly.

I can’t breathe
when I’m asleep

and I awake violently
to snakes and hornets
on my pillowcase.

I dislocate my shoulder
fending them off
before I awake

beside myself.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

3rd and Union

I’ve adopted a new
singing style.

I should make it clear
I don’t sing.

I watched the water
beneath the giant ferris wheel

and felt compelled
to fantasize with my eyes halved.

Nine doors before you
before you

and I don’t know
what I’m trying to say.

How do we say this?
How do we harness the wind

that carried me here
and carried my fear

and flew the colossal walkway
seemingly illuminated

to the dead end
of waterfront public seating;

from the west coast
to the Midwest and now

and earlier
and the shivering organs.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Town Guys and M-Rods

Drinking ashes
out of an aluminum can

I know now
I only have two original bones
in my cryptic body

and they both need
chiropractic manipulation.

Like a series
of zippers stitched
to the left half
of your brain,

we got caught on
theoretical threads
and scurried off to the stream

to fall in love
on Lucifer’s blackest beach.

I was wearing
your best lie
wrapped in muffled

I couldn’t read your crooked
kiss –

like (you were) saying

he’s a beautiful writer

he writes beautifully.