Sunday, August 26, 2012

Do Tempt Not


Does anybody ever not read 
something marked 
“do not read”                      ?

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

De fine




The sand and waves drift apart
& come back together like my hipbones and yours’
clamoring together. flicker and fail
The frames of those pictures bled out -
and you said you loved me and I peeled your eyelids 
back and melted the stars inside 
that made up your universe and
put together what was left over
in your calloused palms - like melted wax cooled
don’t ask me why
Digging through the worm’s labyrinth and past
the dead hamsters in size six shoe boxes ;
I thought I was.
Wildflower breeze, and you trace
the pathway my collar bones forge,
under my skin.
But is a shiver any more tangible as a cloud?
I’m not sure If I still have a
spine as the keys to those doors don’t fit and 
who were we to chop down those trees - red ax with 
the splintered handle - only to keep other’s out and 
have to invite them in?     and I thought 
of your breath against foreign wrist 
Which is only really a catalyst  to my
chrysalis. wrinkled and grey, the ink in russet skin
egg shells.
Bitter dandelion leaves and orchard pink  
flesh the morning doesn’t smell like 
dew the morning doesn’t smell like you