pigeons say yes, yes
yes with each step — but do they
crave other replies?
ecentipede: CLXXXV July 1, 2009
ecentipede: CLXXXIV June 29, 2009
worms writhe in the soil
blood-red mouths gaping, gasping
i have exposed them
ecentipede: CLXXXIII June 29, 2009
3am isn’t dark in the city
swiftly – unobserved? –
i sneak out to water plants
(not wearing a bra)
ecentipede: CLXXXII June 28, 2009
great disappointments
allow for new beginnings
but — oh, where to start?
ecentipede: CLXXXI June 19, 2009
if i just hold on
till dawn sleep will come for me
thorough, soft and sweet
ecentipede: CLXXX June 18, 2009
enveloped in warmth
a small fear grows venomous
wanting to strike, tear
out between navel
and spine, melting liver, spleen
into bitter slime
a dream, alive and
writhing – describes a face for
pain, an appetite
ecentipede: CLXXIX June 1, 2009
drowsing sated spent
noon’s sun-kissed shoulders flushing
night’s insects alive
Tanglethis – One Eighty Five May 31, 2009
This time I concede
I don’t know what I’m doing.
I yield to blind chance.
Tanglethis – One Eighty Four May 30, 2009
That tarot card again…
If I hide my light
in a bush, behind a screen,
it’s because of fear-
not of blindness, but
because light burns out! And I
am afraid of dark.
Tanglethis – One Eighty Three May 30, 2009
Tattoo
Pain makes memory.
It’s time again to inscribe
where I’ve been, will go.
