Saturday, April 30, 2011


if it ain't broken
well i guess
you better break it

and if she ain't crying
what's your smile for?

they only put that door there
for one of you to walk out

Friday, April 29, 2011

Wednesday, April 27, 2011


ave maria,

full of grace


the soft skin

under her knees

the tears on her lashes

melting mascara

trailing like exhaust

over the sky curve

of one cheek


Tuesday, April 26, 2011


turn up the lights in here baby, extra bright*

lights so bright they bleach me bone white

bare every stretch mark blemish scar

strip us down to muscle and tendon

void of all the things that keep us safe

the walls and barricades and labyrinths

of skin and ward and silver

in the stark exposure of the overheads

you'll see me for who i am

that, not the fat on my thighs

may destroy us

*kanye west - all of the lights

Monday, April 25, 2011


such a pretty girl
always hiding from my camera
i carried memories of you
in my wallet instead

the bruises on my lips
were the best gift you ever gave
if only they didn't fade
so damn fast

Saturday, April 23, 2011

in defense of mermaids

all my life i've been watching people drown

my name on their lips as they swallow down salt

what's the point in trying for a rescue?

they'll only dull your razors on their wrists

still swearing they love you

i didn't lure them out onto these rocks

i'm only watching

always bridesmaid girl

funerals bring roses enough

Friday, April 22, 2011


of all the explosions that happened today
or could have happened, or didn't
this was the most trivial
casualty - one girl
blown apart by the view
and a promise you never made

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

mariology 3


would you say that mariolotry is sapphic?


well maybe, but only because i'm a girl

and well, i don't see you

kissing the ground under your lover's feet

do you sing her a thousand perfect songs

do you see the grace on her eyelids?

wear stones smooth and the treads off your fingers

murmuring her name, over and over?

you just sweat on her and pretend you don't know

she fakes it every time.

i don't know dude

do you think mariolotry is sapphic?

Monday, April 18, 2011

aftertastes 2

i'm not sure how you love me

don't i leave a bad taste?

(the taste of a girl in your mouth -

it always made me think

of long nights with vodka

and chicken nuggets)

the taste of death

and worthless oblivion

with that in your mouth

how do you look at me in the morning?

Sunday, April 17, 2011


if you really loved me
you'd have given me the damn poem
which would certainly have been better
than this one is

Saturday, April 16, 2011


after all the wine
and worried laughter
the world don't seem no brighter

Friday, April 15, 2011


time just stopped

stop drop and doll

i think you're beautiful

girl stop crying

(like my opinion

could stop this


your too fast

heart beat breaks

my heart your


beats my heart

all my candles

are inadequate

even as metaphors

the wind blows them out

Thursday, April 14, 2011

afternoon light

in this city the sun doesn't fall down like honey

doesn't ooze from our perpetually overcast sky

slide damp and congealed down the thigh of a girl

there's no angels' outreach on the skyline

and for all our pretensions this ain't really an island

but in this city when the cloud cover

clears enough to let the light come through

that light cuts, cuts mist and air and dust like a diver

as it shoots straight down to and through

the too polluted water of the harbour

and i imagine bubbles rising up in clouds around the bridge

as the light sinks searching for a sandy bottom

sorry, a bit late i know.


i should really peel myself away

from the pages of this swimsuit cataolgue

but like every wanna be poet before me

i really like half naked girls

much more than poetry

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

house of dull blades

'never trust a man whose knives are dull'

her mother told her that

so now, standing at his kitchen sink

she runs a thumb along the blade

and realises this won't work out

Monday, April 11, 2011

free monostitch!

april 3

today the daffodils bloomed, as though making a point.

*quoting saul bellow's 'henderson the rain king'.

an excess of rain

perpetual rain, yielding perpetual baptism

a perpetual reminder that forgiveness is perpetual

and righteousness not first required*

walking out into the deluge

i inevitably ran into you

storm drenched and untouchable

'pray for me' you yelled,

across the parking lot

i do too much of that

but am forgiven, perpetually

for all my excesses

i forgive him too,

for this excess of rain

Saturday, April 9, 2011

mariology 2

bending to kiss her

i left a smear of lipstick

on her pristine foot.

an offering,

symbolic perhaps

(of what?)

as the bread and the wine.

bending to kiss her

i left the silence

that had weighed down

both my heart and my tongue

in her keeping.

i know what that meant.

Friday, April 8, 2011

fortune telling

my worst mistake -

playing at bibliomancy with your love letters.

who knew what hid

between one account of a restless night,

and your tender prose

to the scars on my skin?

Thursday, April 7, 2011

Tuesday, April 5, 2011


coming home from a long day / she's the one waiting with your whisky and a kiss / the one you missed through every aching agonising mile minute / girl that lights candles even at the kitchen counter like the fickle light will bless cold chicken / and consecrate even this soulless day to the love of you

our lady of incessant rain, of damn that was my last smoke

candle burning by your side and the single red rose

who could deny you your romance?

you have me heart and soul

(you're the only one i want to kiss)

Sunday, April 3, 2011

a caveat: i don't really like tonight's poem. but nita said it was good. and nita is the boss.


when your name means bitter

with an aftertaste of salt

you have to wonder:

are you the tequila shot?

or the unfortunate liaison

that came after,

the taste that was still

in her mouth

in the morning?

Saturday, April 2, 2011

bad decisions made at parties

standing at the buffet table, she reached for a blackberry off of the fruit plate, and didn't seem to mind when the juice of it soaked through the fingers of her lace gloves, but sucked at her fingertips, leading him to wonder whether she made the gesture delicate, or if he should look away

later, she was laughing, having found the red wine

she had the virgin's name but that didn't seem to help her any

as the night progressed, he watched her take the darkness off her wine stained tongue, and tease it out into a blanket, or a shroud, to wrap around herself, and knew then that he should have looked away

Friday, April 1, 2011

national poetry month GO.


in the winter i get sad, and sleep a lot

cocooned in pages of pornography and prayer

dreaming my saviour is orpheus in the cave

(we all know how well that went)

she sends me flowers like no man's ever sent

cut fresh from her more optimistic dreams

slipped into envelopes and mailed with warm air

little bits of spring to soothe my sleep

for all her hope i still suspect her

does she believe in butterflies?