a few new ones

how to give this world the slip


there are types of touch essential
like the sneaky hot squeeze
a breath in a tipped neck
can regulate her untouched legs

these are spells
there is no science to it
there is no leg regulation really
there is only a random shaking

just when i think i've lost her
and the air is a sleepy lie and i drip
sweat as the natives turn back
another spell is remembered

but not by me she of her own squeeze
doesn't give a damn and animates
my uniform is soiled my vestment
wrinkles in laughter shakes in a heap

on the floor when the sun sets
she makes sure we do not stop
before we get there indigents
uncontrolled save by our want

once settled in we grind
and slide and wipe skin
on each other essential
too, for our vanishing



~


3 9 08






midday


i went dark from inside
dark for i funnel, i burrow,
for i close my eyes and soon
dark whether they're closed or not
the dark where i hope to meet you
slicing your own dark

meet me in a humid season
wear out this sense of skin
my lips anywhere on you
skin a border a border
describes a state

we love skin but
sometimes to disappear
all these states this light
revealing our hunger
this dark becoming it


~


3 15 08



katauta




blow the ice capades?
life would be warm if only.
search for exits. stop dancing.


~


Would you please sit still?
Tumbleweeds suburbia
Frightening nexus echoes

~


is this heaven yet?
through the clouds, laughter - no, screams
right before the fiery crash


~


Ain't the Wild West done?
I saw a pig curtsey swell,
Always leave my door unlocked.



~


3 9 08





A Dream of Overused Questionmarks



My sleek agile takes preference in twisted reference.
The beginning never seems the beginning except once
in a while it does when it isn't. Don't look away
and you'll see how it's done. That isn't to say we don't have
a decent size cage to peer out of. Out of the last comes this
one. Two winstons and a shrew. Albert where is my brine?
Has it spun enough, is it
twisted? He was running into steam and this
caused him to slow down too. Remember that you wish
to be remembered; don't when we all fall down. You can see this
whenever you want to, but tomorrow is Sunday that fated bagel
both nervous and creamy. Here are a few footnotes in this waterfall's bridge
though they never hold still to read. And isn't that what we all
cringe against, or maybe some of us take off its coat and make it coffee:
we'll simply never know and even that an absentminded conjecture
as we're dropped off miles away and kicked by the mule.


~



3 15 08