bee among hornets among flies among grapefruit & OJ & tea on the candle picking at its layers of use digging into the wax fretting over this & that soft sweet wood soft sweet sleep to tear my fingernails and weep unconscious oh buzz oh sing the flower at the center the flies go further than any other bug would dare to enter
Untitled Love Poem II
yes I wanna get free yes I like my girls taller than me no I don’t think, ever is a time outside of time, for ever is a time inside of time please baby please baby baby baby please
Death of a Salespoet
the horny poet is dying
doesn’t remember names anymore
tries to think about her lovers
but can’t conjure anything but images
their faces
little kisses. and regrets.
Estro Shortage Blues
feeling icky and bricky two weeks behind on estro mones and mood swingin like Bird hey may b I’ll take a trip 2 Camarillo and they’ll make a special arrangement for me to relax put in a good word for me at CSUCI (see?) Foucault would crème his pants another prison has become school
bounce swing thing
the new-old language that’s in my thighs my swing my tilt and do-si-do i bounce with you feel the stomach tighten up
MakeCirclesRound
To (re)quest For an (un)alter(ed) destiny “Defend the dead / weight of circumstance” make circles round make circles round make circles round make circles
Panama Zone Canal Blues
Richard Prince famous thief was born in the Panama Canal Zone Famous pilfered poet plot of land made the subject of demands time and time again by North American hands they fan the flames of war and don’t even know it Assemblage of stolen opportunities Moments memorialized by absence I share my horoscope with a gas and oil company I share my company with the gas and oil industry An abscess upon your legacy Spit upon your pity party A tart to ruin your life and steer the knife into your heart
story fragment
they traipsed the beaches
in search of a somewhat elusive bird
that hid in the hottest parts of the sand
nested and left no trace
not even feather-beak residue
what they did know:
the birds had been present
the sand was hottest by the estuary
they could not stand there for more than
“fifteen seconds!”
lucy yelped
it was half past noon
what they did not know:
the birds had just left
the birds were meticulous tidiers
ppl lived in the estuary
“the way back to the car” lucy sighed
camping on the beach was
a necessary discomfort
no tent
but as has been illustrated
the sand was hot
and strangely remained that way
after dark
like there were still-hot coals submerged
under loam
but no
not even seafaom could still
heated swill
hot bile that thicket-dwellers
forced to eat
pork remnants and capri-sun
“living in the rough” was illegal by then
“showing outward affection” was too
as were many other precious things
such as “venturing alone”
but lucy didn’t care
that’s what they liked abt thicket-dwellers
they didn’t care
on second thought
least they cared enough
to share bug spray and apple juice
i was very young when I met lucy and I did not know, at the time, what a risk she was taking in taking me in
i did not know that she was
taking me in I thought I was hers
i was hers
after all
but that’s not the way ppl saw it
adoption was illegal at that point
and punishment severe for disobeying
so when they were in “polite company”
i.e. police company, narcs, informants, etc
lucy would call me her intern
which they loved
The Raven Approaches
i live near the western gate western gate western gate i live near the western gate where souls depart this earth
bad habits
bad habits: i write my poems in 4/4 time