Finger
Chance flew by
While he waited for friends to wonder
Loudness and light at night
A bad person, black mist
Amidst the northwest zone
The witchcraft which God
Has asked you to touch
And they keep on texting
Sail
Sleep will be perfect
Who will rub the head
Of the lonesome infidel
The demon dream boat vanishes
Only to sink into a room
Of crystal, paint and flesh
Perfect love
The slight impulse where her
Whole self moved into your life
The late day is hell in its denial
Demanding loneliness
But knowing the lion won’t cry for long
The lion circles you
Poem to a Girl Where I Don’t Know
Everyday
Between 5 and 6pm
When the light is still hanging
He is at loose ends
The world pulling him into it’s crazy city
An animal connected to heaven and earth by strings
Humming to amps
Sweet
Call it a day
Smoke of dreams
Never enlist
Push yourself
Into my mouth
The Alternate Space
Robot light
Coke
Blue
Eye
Shadow
In
doors
In
Disbelief
Gas Tongue
Artist, the chef
Hep, silent
Kiss, cigarette, street
Take your time
Don’t move here
Don’t worry
True yoga, orange
Bark, fuck Hollywood
France, Spain, Italy – these
animals demand so much
comprehension
Camera Shy
Her
His
South o france
Cloud nine
Miss
Money
Penny
Bloodlust
Lips
His – Hers
…her
Energy
We NEED him
The overflowing class
Room is free
Seedseeds
Train Station
Pushing carts
Guitar cases
o
(white cloth reeking of sex)
You
Love
I
Love
Silhouette
Ache
(rose, morning, light)
Restraints
Out of the picture
No to poetry work shop
Documentation has become passé
T
Ties and ankles
E
Everywhere
Lion
Don’t
Cry
Lion
Won’t
Cry
New
Slut w diamonds
Tied up for the day
The mirror kisses the other
Novelist
He shut the book
And was quiet
The ending was merciless
The writer walked through the glass window
The reader was destroyed forever
He fell into her
With abandon
Come in Jazz Cellar
Does the waning moon feed his blood?
Is he lost in the universe?
I am alone with men…
Teenage is nothing, I have no memory
…did you see that child’s eyes?
Now you know
Evening
A thrashing, darling
Severely deserved
Ceilings with sweet cracks
Observe and beckon
A void to embrace
No normal no normal
All shot in blue gray
No black no white
You may never leave
He Waits
Every moment is filled with electronic events
Stereos blare
Children cry wild with happiness and anger
Grass and rocks at their own speed so beyond the wanting heart
It is all chaos and void
A slow crawl to her glance
The beginning is the only time the dream promised
The bookstores are where he seeks her
Hoping she turns the corner into the aisle
He stations himself like cool static
Only then will he truly be together
Come to him.
