Thursday, December 20, 2012


the dark shadow of God
in your face
your eyes
and i dare not look away
not blaming
lot's wife
as the world spins
to darkness, and pain
my last ragged breath
remains a prayer


this place
God bound like a demon
the minotaur in the maze
i dare not be that man
i (dare not)
risk the centre

Thursday, December 13, 2012

astral pickup truck

the girl
with the astral pickup truck
might be kind of a redneck
because she says 'y'all' a lot
and she thinks those jeans
are an outfit

but her exhaust
sinks down to earth
as fog
rolling off your bay

and she drives on roads
even satellites can't see

there's an angel riding shotgun
and nowhere she can't go

you sleep

they park
their red pickup truck
over your dreams


they fuck in the bed
regardless of the shovel
and salvaged stars

Monday, December 3, 2012


the mirror is a two sided coin
showing me, as i dress
(up, like the girl i'm not)
but this parody
of someone else's woman
isn't all i don't want to see

behind my lipstick
up-do, pearls
lurk worse things
than prostitution

the shadow watching over my shoulder
spares sardonic sartorial remarks.
it knows where i sleep,
where my children sleep

and i, i am half grateful
for my knowledge
for the dirt beneath my nails
my impatience
and the inelegant wobble
of my heels

half wishing it all away
so what i see in darkness
i could call a nightmare
so i could pin diamonds
without seeing blood 

Sunday, December 2, 2012

amensia 2

each morning new
free from the days before
and clean
what i have learned
i give to skin
not memory