missed updates, 4/27

maybe some more of these whenever this hell-mouth of a semester ends...


where marshall put the dicks
Phenoarbital and a twist of lime;
we'll talk about this another time
when we've boarded ship so we can fuck
with our hearts and come with our minds.
Horizontal wooden planks
to crucify, we give our thanks -
a blade that adds a suffix to our name
that causes minor pains and aches.
Now Nikes let them walk in place
on treadmills made of outer space
where Marshall put the dicks
after he wiped his face.

merengue
Smothered in moonlight but I still taste the sun
Mouthful of moisture and lemon puckering my tongue
And the moon won't rise until the job is done,
or I am done, either one.
It's the shine of the rays and the dawn's floral mist
that reddens the skin from the rope on my wrists
It never mattered if I insist,
because she insists I'm Aussie-kissed.

final indulgence to spotted angel
Your subjects land to evoke the same wish uttered years ago.
But I am star dust on Heaven's shelf, on a scrapbook of Christ in adolescence.
A once-glowing fruit now stomped, from a cigarette turned upside down
As close to tasting your spit as I'll ever be again.
I whistle it off my hand and assure my eyes there are drier days to come.