May 2nd

Sestina (circa 2007)

words, wine, Palio, belfry, pigeons, horses

teddie died that summer

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woman iam a man - m4w - 55 (los angeles)

2010-07-11, 2:26PM PDT

iam looking for a real woman that love animals ,

love song for lindsay

where are you now, lindsay lohan, when we
need you most? in a jail cell making constellations
of your freckles? today i swam the concrete
river with fifteen dolphins at my heels, their noses
empty coke bottles, their fins the soles
of long-dead shoes, the water itself
a trickle of drano, aftershave, souvenirs.
.
go under, lindsay lohan, where we
need you most. swim in our bathwater.
wash your long unfettered hair. let yourself be pure
as you were in ninety-seven, when all the world
was lovelorn and wading
in your open hand. let me see you now.
are those wrinkles? age spots? varicose veins?
.
oh lindsay, though you are beautiful
and i am small, we come from the same river valley
and this thing in our hearts
is just a starfish
.
waiting to regenerate.

Ugly Things Project

my new hobby is making extraordinarily ugly pictures. here is Ugly Picture #1, "my face with barn, snail, flowers and fingers."

prayer for the mosquito-bitten

it's too late now to repel

anything. let's dip our feet

in the creek

with the cold stones. let's eat.

let's get our blood back

and dance.

Speak

I.

First, the language of flares
in June grass, a fragile binary

of here and gone, of here
and gone of every small sweet
openingandclosing
of summer into the here
and gone which we gather
in our palms, our bodies

vanishing
as they vanish, our bodies
returning
as they return.

II.

The boy in the orange hat
runs the airport. The tip of his finger
guides planes
across the glass; his breath
clouds the windowpane

and clouds
appear. Voices
fill the terminal. Here
is the echo without end.
Here is the long distant journey
into the reaching
beyond. Here is the boy
with wings for arms
who steps

out of the glass.

III.

You are my fullness
and my loneliness. You walked
into my spirit where I was homesick
and tending to blades
of grass. Be careless in your wandering.
The morning of your parting I felt my body
turn to dandelions
all hung

with wishes.

got a tanka

i got ten million

dollars in a piggy bank

ready for slaughter

and a bruise big as texas

on my little green eye, yeah

i got a fella

tied and kickin in the trunk

of my car and he

got teeth turning somersaults

up in his head and i got

a pocket fulla

beef jerky got a tanka

gas got a mind to

go to mexico a mind

to go to mexico a

mind to go to mexico a mind