Everyone's Lord Byron for Halloween

Spring Water is like

the Number 1 App on the App Store –

it’s your only nourishment

and you need 60 ounces a day.

Your eyes are like

a record player –

spinning dizzying concentric

circles of color: I can’t stop staring.

My heart is the CPU

of my other heart

and it’s bogged down by one

unnecessary program that I can’t uninstall.

Coffee is like coffee.

Relationships are likes iPhones –

          awesome for a month

          inseparable and automatic for a year
          cracked and obsolete by year two.

The Blameless Vestal's Lot (Eternal Sunshine ekphrastic)

On a cold night in Montauk

the house is crumbling into

the sand where tall grass

sleeps every summer.

Oceanic waves flood into

the foyer

chilling your ankles

filling your shoes with wet sand.

It’s almost like there’s

a spotlight on your face

when you call out to her

at the top of the stairs.

Do you feel in love

or codependent

when you fall into winter?

When the last memory you have

starts to disintegrate

and die around you?

You said “so go,”

with such disdain, you know?

Stuck between I love you 
and meet me in Montauk.

Brightness Brightens

What a world in which we live

where your skin inspires paintings

that inspire my ekphrastics

like loose bearings on a dust jacket

but like no dust

on your jacketed embrace.

What a world we live in –

I saw you 5 years ago

and wanted to know you more than dreams

but I never spoke to you then

in my scotchy speech because I never spoke

without scotchy speech.

What a world we live

breathing in fall like orgasms

when the sun still makes you cold

while red sheets swallow

and swim you closer to me

but I need more days.

What a world

where I can get a yellow onion
or a carrot for only 69 cents.