Friday, December 10, 2010

One Number Five

***for one***

I can show you animal grace

sour sodding grapes indeed

I’ll move like a careless


one big muscle touching

things with consideration

they will move

or stay still

or move for you

what great tennis

we could play

then we can paint

words with the bodily red

well-bit lip

I’ll make it my business

to know your tricks

and seams

to know your beveled


your original


we can put that

new piece of plastic

to use

and go for

drives through

the trees

and then

we can stop by the

road and I can

describe the shade for you

I can give and take

mute as a machine

and raving like

perfectly flexing spider

or sparrow

like the one behind

your ear

I want to lay and stare

at that bird

for a while

while you describe


fire for me

oh and

it will fire

like a new paint job

wet in the sunlight

we’ll drive back

into the valley

with nubbly

sunset light backlighting

the bird

and our butter mushroom


into the valley

down the middle like

a water sword

dripping past dry

people doing with metal

in their pits


leading to the fence I

built or

maybe to quiet

and unnoticed aftershocks

becoming bigger and

bigger until aftershock is a word

that will be used to describe what

happens after this shock these teeth

tear and grip nicely this 95 mph hollow

chest this hot gravel that spits

up beneath our car and sprays behind

us in a red colored shade of sweet jesus

not knowing and not caring or thinking

or looking just metal plastic oil pistons

nerves purring blood-fed shifts of skin

and sinew and bone wrapped together


then we smoke and

I stare at the sparrow

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Sensitive Prostitute

Please refer to the fishbowl world of Mariko. Thank you more water. He was thirsty. In our time, is bad for fish. Sensitive prostitute.