Hircine DNA designs
my sadness and my blithe lips.
River tongue,
organic mind,
biological legs.
Soul of granite,
disconnected.
In my arms
disjointed
disappointment.
Human shaped void.
In my cells,
the blueprint for spunk and war.
Tag: writing
In the Jungle
The shipwreck crawls up the beach.
The volcano is so ice cold.
Trees creep into the ground.
The sailors have long since drunk their rum,
have devolved into the jungle,
absolved of their central differences.
Frying a Tuesday
I am frying a Tuesday
and it is ticked off.
In the fireplace,
ice steaming.
Give me my porcelain teeth.
Beneath the sink,
a tongue in pink French.
Do you understand me?
What powers you have in your eyes!
Tuesday is crispy,
Cream colored.
Let’s eat.
Moods
Seaweed, moss, flowing in the undercurrent.
Water seeps under
My door.
Careful,
I have bled for this thought.
Triangular thought in taupe.
Taupe does not belong me,
An alien that invaded my ear.
Oh the extraterrestrial voices I hear.
The current pulls me out the door into the creek,
Leaving my husk behind.
The taupe triangular alien adrift
In my rust scented blood cells.
The Angels Are Out With Their Shotguns
Glasses left alone
on an old barbed wire fence.
The trees have eyes.
Loving hands grope the twilight –
Morphing.
Nails,
meet hammer.
The angels are out with their shotguns.
The air tears.
Sightless,
crows measure the circumference
of a trapped terror.
Wealth
A diamond rose blooms.
Bring your interesting mug to me.
I’ll kiss it pretty.
In the fields,
wealth,
so tepid and money colored.
The robin has no place to land,
though there are worms everywhere.
The Rays of the Sun
Lemony sun
with long hair smothering the Earth.
Night in her silken pelerine
strolls sipping absinthe.
She wanders from me but is not lost.
Under the sun’s tresses
I trespass.
Untitled
Champagne rain.
Ice sculpture of God.
Lights out.
Melt blasphemy quickly.
The silver triangle attracts children
for miles around,
which draws the velvet mothers.
In blackness,
Equality.
Onyx liberation.
The malleable mallards,
drunk on the rain,
roll and tip in a rad pond.
Bubble spangled air.
Fizz.
Finality.
God
Red robed apparition appropriating my soul,
an orange citrus scented sequined sphere,
raising me heavenward.
I am heavy,
He does not drop me.
Operation
Scarlet slipknot,
A lace bracelet on a wrist
crisscrossed with tracks.
Euphoria.
The floor creaking
under the creek in the hallway.
My sister of smoke and silence is swimming.
I am shattering my mirror,
performing surgery with
The fractured image-
image of eye roving over my man,
a leg stretching exhausted.
To remove the thought
I must cut deeply.
Mirror glass is such a rough tool.
I see and my seeing is reflected
back to me.
Miniature Moon 