lonelylonelyone car and headlights flash bytear me wide opento die thrashing.a gasping and helpless trout,gutted by angler's knife(now denim cleaned)part of me drying on his upper thigh...orion chose venus tonight,they dance and kiss, embracing.sulking moon,grown fat and full with self pitty,licks my salty brow.together we are spying on god.
soonersoonershimmering hot blacktop,three boys of 12 yearsencircled like warriors planning.in my rearview mirror,they are brass angels.i will concentrate on this moment when dyingand know that I leave nothing
i hearted a drunk poetI hearted a drunk poetloving you waslabor for me,heavy work,a cruel task.in sleep, your restless feetcharged at nothing,whipped the cotton sheetsto froth.so drunk you wet the bed cloth,piss-backed, I moved to a stale couchand watched dust and sunlightdance in liquid atmosphere.
dad's daddad's dadsix months nowsince you diedand we all lined upto lookat you lying therein your box.they turned you toblack ash after thatand handed you tograndmother,to spreadaround her heart.i will always remember you-dead and smiling,knowing the face of godis marred like mercury'sno-atmosphere surface.
our haunted old flatour haunted old flatour love wove itselfinto the carpet,and is still therelike a concretethumbprint.the new tenantscall it apoltergeist,as our dead amorbreaks dishesat 3:30 A.M.
humming bird -ruby throatedhumming bird (ruby throated)dip and divelike a british spitfiretrying to mateand make war at the same time.