Hear

You never croak, but you roar like a frog.
You bark an extended note, though you never howl.

You write her love songs, drunk on ale.
Buzzed on tea, I ink the sound down.

‘S’alright. My pen’s as neutered
as I always said it was.

And my love’s as strong as you strike
those chords

over, and over, and over again. Sway side to side.

I see the curves that your hips don’t make, man,Read More »

the remnant condemned

I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast
asleep.

I don’t know why.

 

a decimated
a desolate
a ruin of a town

the ashes of a house

 

I want the wind to blow the dust
and my hair all over me.

 

I want to curl up in the middle of wreckage
and fall
fast,
fast asleep.

And I do not know why.

On Love and Appetite

I don’t walk around in euphoric affection-
I know I love my body because I love to know
my body.

Why it’s dry and when it bleeds, and if the seizures are going to stop,
what it likes to regulate towards.

My body knows what it’s doing; It has desires and needs.
I’ve faith in its imploring eyes, and it trusts me to oblige.

This is what I love most:Read More »