Eve

I.
waxing my garden
heaving so sweetly
dressing discreetly
love is an art

II.
up and on my knees
I am famous at your feet
love me, here, like this

Chance

Went walking at night,
tripped and fell upon a knife;
now I'm dead again.

Join Me

I look for your feet
I leave lipstick on my cup
I wait for you here

One Song

when you held my face in your
hands and begged me say
something say anything and I
wouldn't look in your eyes being
scared that you'd see how hollow
I am the truth is that I
didn't know how to say that everything I

do every scene I live I want

to set to the sound
-track of a song you
wrote long ago and played
many times a pretty tune lilting
and sentimental one you wrote
for no one maybe every
-one certainly not for me alone but I
love that song like it was mine fear
it so that every word I speak or
write every time we touch every
-thing I do I fear is meaningless without
that song a pretty tune lilting and

sentimental I fear it deeply I

hear it spinning in my ear as we

kiss I'd never speak again if I could
hear that song forever

Amadeus

hanging by eyelids,
flattered; I, omnipotent;
I won't speak a word

Stairway to Heaven

up up up up up
muscles burn, soles are weary
climbing into clouds

Long Lost

we send smoke signals

when our favorite people die

dark clouds blooming

over steep rolling hills

Revelations

in the final days of my occupation

I handled facets of truth like a jeweler

arranged them in space like an architect

when I was done I closed my eyes

(I knew I had lied)

there was silence

then a flash of lightning that I saw through my eyelids

and thunderous applause

stars hailed from the sky

(this I felt

by the cuts on my skin)

the moon crashed into the horizon

(this I heard

by the tremor of my heart)

the night became black

(this I knew

by the sinking of my spirit)

the people were struck by awe and blindness

they said my work was a revelation

and so it was

Asphyxia

we kiss

- only exchanging gibberish

cold and true

sad and worthless -

feeling my lips curl

I close my eyes and disconnect

- you breathe into my mouth

and I exhale nothingness

again and again -

asphyxia is slow

but death is swift

- you were in love

and I am sorry

Rainy Days

if the sun shined I would shower and cry,

but it is raining,

so my hair is wet and my face is wet,

and I smile.

Colder

its colder in here

than out there dont enter dont

enter please dont

Strange Fancy

perhaps, now, something different,

a new wet dream,

fucking on a vast chessboard -

I learn the game,

I choose a side,

pick up a piece,

slip a finger inside,

wide-eyed,

checkmate.

Synecdoches Nos. 1 and 2

#1: in love I am

the thirsty sandstone of

my tongue,

the magnetism of

my skin cells,

the melodic rounds of

my dreams,

the lecture of

my lips,

the meaning of

my kisses,

the tribal drumming of

my heart,

louder than the tones of

my voice.

#2: kid brother insists upon

the sentience of his bowels;

his upset stomach is not nauseous but

distressed, forlorn;

his intestines writhe

with melancholy;

his esophagus floods

with bilious tears;

his tummy

is sad.

The Antichristy Manifesto

1.

Compelled by stormy blindness,

I carve an upside-down cross

into the meat of my heart

(right-side-up if I forget myself) -

hollowed by ten thousand abortions,

strangled by the hateful whispers of snakes,

labeled in bold,

fixed to die,

carry me home -

no more running,

no more walking,

nail me here to bleed,

hang me here to dry

(I've been told of how I'll die,

first to be born,

then to fall apart,

dehydrated, deflated;

demise: a dark place, a

warm place).

2.

I am quiet,

smaller than nothing,

quite easily hidden by

a hand over the heart

(for I am a bug there,

an arterial flea,

a mite choking on a clot,

a fly, a gnat,

alive only by slight chance),

and with a sleight of hand I am

gone again.

3.

each sleep is bigger than the next,

rolling over like hungry gray waves

on the sand of the earth

in the coldness of night

Dishwashing

I'm washing your dishes,

I'm chafing my hands,

the water flows down through the drain;

I'm humming a tune

as old as the moon -

I love you, I love you, I love you.