My childhood’s eyes a world swallowed in a mint multiplication of every deed suddenly I can master anything just like my superhero Pop I’m a star, I’m hero, I’m singer every hum a single that brings tingles a sunset arranged upon my plate a half-eaten grilled cheese a fish-tail if you please a skyscraper of…
Gone
Gone is winter’s blanket now weathered salt dried perspiration has left its marks broken a step’s front tooth a remnant of hardness kicked down an empty street footballed by father and son between a scratched passing lane split shucked maple wheels flank the wheaten verges of lawns littered with yesterday cellophane wrappers butt hidden habits…
Saturday Morning
We wake to a photon of early light pushing its nose through the curtains upon a crusted eye, upon a dusted dream spooned into the smallness of each other our bigness binds, blooms in nuzzled sniff until our bodies awake us to directions divided, we prepare our church for ritual, emptying the nocturnal holding tanks,…
Salt Pans
Today I taste a word crafted by an ancient man sprung from a fissure that divides our time the sulfured waters split our worldly body life rises with the gravity penetrates the fresh pine carrying white blood water caked along wooden veins dripping, heavy into clay cisterns of wisdom along a floating system a sluice…
Captured on the Grass
Captured by the blue grass on the lawn we lay in the sunshine of banjo rhythms harmonica and Kentucky pain and pleasure gathers our world in the shambles of a grind guttural delivered from a foot stomping stage you can’t bury us in the memory of winter spent it is a sweet Indian summer, sticky…
Stolen Faces
My eyes are honed and hungry — searching — watching Walking with probing analysis — curious — my mind Grumbles with desire — pangs — penetrating My wants are insatiable — embraced — plated portraits Waiting to be picked — plucked from a stranger’s stare Unsuspecting faces — come into focus — foregrounded Framing your…
Hidden in the Rocks
∞ Submitted as part of “National/Global Poetry Writing Month” (#NaPoWriMo #GloPoWriMo). Today’s prompt: Day Nine: write a “concrete” poem – a poem in which the lines and words are organized to take a shape that reflects in some way the theme of the poem. 30 Poems in 30 Days All text and photography ©…
Paradise
Spring is a strange land when our friends are ill With Us, ’tis Harvest all the Year If grief — the largest part — My Paradise — the fame But just the Summer knows Think of it Lover! I and Thee I’ll be contented — so — When I am occupied — I have so…
Running
Desérables I covet thee desire the tree tap it and drain it catch it gather it amount it and boil it into the blood of my blood. It is the spring its temperatures bring release as your veins swell your sugar melts into buckets of sticky sexy sap. Paper crêpes a superhero cape candied bacon…
Alpha Omega
Sprung from primordial tears walk hairless nudes single animals, loneliness is pregnant with desire in a garden verdant with uneaten promise before our helpless humanity erupts where revelers cavort flesh upon flesh animal lust sins envy a dream of broken song lost in a paradise sticky with fruit of the loin bursting with fowl fertilizing…
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