How much does it pay to be encircled by dragons? Fears of changing lines. Erasure. Forfeiting when all you ever wanted was to win Never considering how winning too has a cost How maybe weakness isn’t a sin How differences are enriching How it’s ok to be a freak So here we are Me with […]
Ha ha. Charade in a graveyard mall
People
Crowds of people
Virus murdering Mercury jab.
Oh, you are so near.
I want to know you better.
I want to plumb and close your depths,
Feel your latitude,
Touch you because now I can
inhabit your skin
Let us trade lies and proximity
All that we love, all we disdain:
Giant gumdrop drinking fountains
Handfuls of rock candy mountains
Sustenance from our very marrows
Juice of our juice in a vial
Disease vector have-a-nice-day jab
beyond this lonely desert stretch
people flower, rows and columns
burbling human bouillabaisse
surface still, sound incandescent
Desire. Delight.
soul-dragged, decadent, and oh so jabbed.
Your useless lips too cracked to open
words too mean to say
words mean too much to say
words feed empty air
you are so hungry, so lonely, but here you are
Jabbed.
Oh my! Did I jab a skewed pattern in lipstick
There on your forehead counter—
Sixteen skewered by a wisp of smoke?
Stiffen up.
Yes you believe in my make believe.
Love and suffer more.
And I marvel at my lips for milking your soul
Jabbing it dry.
So jabbed now
You are so broken and so jabbed
Pumping flaccid bicycle tires
That nozzle so deep I have to tease it out
What is that spatchcocked against my teeth?
Sphinx shining with sniffling vindication
Strikes a pose but that sucker can pump
Back and forth like jerking it off
And you laugh because you are jabbed too
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Mr. President, Dr. Biden, Madam Vice President, Mr. Emhoff, Americans and the world: (ed. my stanzas and line breaks which are probably not right) When day comes, we ask ourselves Where can we find light in this never ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade. We braved the belly
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Ah, success so saccharine! Here I shake in the corner sand off the sides of my hourglass, remembering those grains spent carrying leaky buckets for gold while hungry mariachis dodge pelted fruit. Lying on a park bench, eyes clenched afraid of the spotlight, afraid it misses me, here on this bold tarmac where I’ve tossed
Supine was I, diagonal, set upon the table, eyes frozen, fixed upon two paper lanterns— suspended like dirigibles: Crest white and cash green. Still, but more in motion than I who lay below, shivering, lying, telling myself two hundred dollars matter. You plucked fish from fans splayed across my refrigerated skin; you prodded sand dollar
Vegan, I remember my chunks of meat. Once, starving, I wolfed down a burger, a gift from a kindly waitress in a 24-hour cafe. Another time I sat across from a grateful mafioso who wore a gold Sagittarius pendant, dropping chunks of ropey tripe into a potted rubber tree. My favorite Mussulman Curry: Thai hot
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If there is a world, let me be in it:I repeat that oath in the leaky grotto,sworn seven days ago to the one whose ashesI carry now in a box aboard the ferryboat. Turmoil extends across our passagelike my seasick stomach churning.I clutch the frigid rail, afraid to tipinto the sea foam’s moon’s reflection. Pitching
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Upon a bridge she stood, skin kissed by sweat,a white romper, naked shoulders, lace spaghetti straps.Her tiara necklace jingles, and I like, Pavlov’s dog,starving, my mouth a lake, swallow in response. She I can assemble, from my vast pornographic collage:Amazons; mannequins; and chopstick-prodded nyotaimori models,nipples hidden by scallop shells as businessmen snatch fishfrom refrigerated flesh,
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Michael, when you toss a handful of sand to fall upon the tepid sea foam, do you ever imagine each grain a day? Or when turning pages of a favorite novel you crave to finish but never end, does that unturned prose you cradle remind you your own is more feather than stone? Every morning
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Milk spills Tears splatter, provoked by dead silence I grasp your carousel’s brass ring: fire works.
We two voyagers stamp tickets to frolic in the sunLight dribbles in beads into our outstretched eyes taking flightHands clasped as laughing children, we pass into the gardenIts orchestra of scents: roses, violets, lavenderNectar explodes on tongues beckoning. Carnaval floats glow.Ears bent to harp strings plucked, we stagger, levitate, and danceUntil arriving cliffside to melt
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Adiós, ciao, au revoir Adeus, hamba kahle, Hwyl fawr Adieu, namaste, shalom A salaam alaikum Adéu, peace out, addio Hasta luego, até logo Slán go fóill, Viso gero Paalam, hüvasti, Αντίο Bon voyage, totsiens, hyvästi Aloha, Arrivederci Salve, hiragana, zàijiàn auf Wiedersehen UND… auf Wiederemailen Bon voyage, vale, deuces Chalky blokes, I’m bout to dip Ta
All I Crave Heavy hungry nights of strange appetites Lurid hunts through jungles of reward. Faces painted with hope. Inked by savage tendencies, proposals of bizarre possibilities, vivid promises of hard realization. Satisfaction somehow, somewhere, somewhen. When all I wanted, needed. Lusted, starved for Heart, Head, Loins… Soul All alongside me. Right here. Immediate in