what i want my dear, is a flickering, a little leaping, oh, yes a prodding delicate as a nail, a candle only partially burning, a kiss on the tops of the ears and the drift of a nightgown thin as baby powder, oh, just a little look, my dear, a shiver of the eyelashes, a [...]
Tag: poetry
Wild Thing
There’s something taking shape beneath the night’s long hair I wish I wasn’t there to see it crowns resting on the heads of all the devils two hips and a sewn up corset a valley like an open cage, a mouth with no eyes, and the lips of a wild thing curled to the toes [...]
Scarecrow
i had a dream i wrote a sonnet a fine piece of literature with lots of stupendous phrases and careful consonants that sculpted the contours of the vowels like a designer dress over a pair of thorny-eyed heels that punked all the literary critics at our nation’s **leading** institutions, including even the most pointy-toed professors [...]
Graffiti
what i need is a crayon so i can fill in all the gaps in the colors of the alphabet and all the numbers that code the bars of the graphs that tell us how old we are and how tall we should be and how fast our hearts should be beating and to what [...]
Flo On
the day’s a stale word the kind that’s afraid of an honest mouth (a thing so strangely made) a conversation like a broken arrow, busted wind and a tree of fire, death at the roots of the all the palms, and a half-flung syllable that punches like an empty fist i don’t know about you [...]
Kissing Boys
I used to have wild hair the kind that knit tangles in the keyholes of all the sweaters and knots in the toes of the kissing boys who used to tip toe in after school like little princes to slay that imaginary line between two lips (where we found the kisses we taught not to [...]
Jeans Song
I like to follow you by the scent of your jeans, to linger by the stitches and bury my knuckles in the crooks of the pockets while I dig for the spots where your cologne lies dormant like a seed. Oh, I want to burrow my fingers down. Down to the loops and the tugs [...]
