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As you climb over me, I pine for blood. One elusive drrrrrrop-- Full of white and red cells, anti-bodies for the coming WINTER. To freeze to my leg and BECOME, to be absorbed through sweat glands, to push through arterial walls, And we will BECOME-- Just this! ... Continue Reading

Posted: October 24th, 2006

You have become the captor of my thoughts As you have been reduced to their small rooms With windows cracked open a slivered inch Just wide enough to slip your fingers through Where reaching from my own, they sputter words That shrivel short of shape still quiet, stale Your name stays tight inside under my tongue With dreamed of kisses soft and shy of light This shell of skin upon my chalk ... Continue Reading

Posted: September 15th, 2006

That's not what I meant! Aww, not this again. No, you're twisting it all up. I didn't say that. Well he heard wrong. Why would I do something like that? Don't you trust me? It's nothing like that at all! It's not even fair to compare this with... You know I only love you! What, you think I'm lying to you? To your face? What kind of person do you think I am? How long have we known ea ... Continue Reading

Posted: August 16th, 2006

Richard Dawson: A Haiku Kissing all the girls, Whether they like it or not. Most of them like it. Ray Combs: A Haiku So much potential: A winning smile and good looks Hanging from bed sheets. ... Continue Reading

Posted: August 12th, 2006

You can love the ugly duckling For her strength, for the fights she wins, For her pain and her weariness, For her sensitivity, But never only for her beauty. You look into her eyes and you know That she is presenting herself to you And daring you to refuse, Daring you to be just like everyone else, To look at her with the same eyes she looks through And bring her down with the same bre ... Continue Reading

Posted: August 10th, 2006

En Español: No hay ninguna constancia en distancia La soledad de sus manos, las mías Escondidas en la toque de La luz áspera enviada Por la lengua a los labios, Un diccionario de sonidos Olvidados por el ritmo Incesante de las horas Ácidas pero constante. No hay ninguna seguridad en distancia, Sin el enlace de nuestras manos, Esperaré a ti donde nuestras lenguas se cruzan. In En ... Continue Reading

Posted: August 4th, 2006

I wanted to see you. Tried to--but you ducked behind the briars, obscuring the hairy white flashes of your chest and hips and ass. Oh, we all knew what I really sought, the money shot, sloughing my soaked shorts off like snakeskin, peeling off my panties, one damp leg, another-- These games were made for two. This was your idea, after all, and so bare, I run weeds whipping my knees, ... Continue Reading

Posted: August 1st, 2006

I. When the subject of your sonnet-- your very own Dorian Gray unwittingly walks past the plate glass set between the air and where you're reading him out with feeling-- the words, once so cautiously selected, will suddenly ring redundant--and all that will do, the only righteous conceit involves emphatically destroying the separation-- that is, the act of hurling oneself-- screaming, ... Continue Reading

Posted: May 23rd, 2006

I am Ansel Adams' nephew son of trees shrubs herbs seagulls, to be sure! Squawk, I do not. I soar high above the earth, staring down bald men's mistakes and misgivings, searching for some clarity-- ... Continue Reading

Posted: April 17th, 2006

--because all over America, fat black widow spiders are being found crouched insidiously within taut bunches of seedless red grapes, grown in Cuba. Knowing this, I picture you lying in bed with her beside you, her skinny arms curled insidiously around your crooked ribcage-- perhaps there is a wet coffee mug standing empty on your nightstand-- perhaps it held some seedless red grapes, ... Continue Reading

Posted: April 12th, 2006

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