Tuesday, October 30, 2012

(inadequate)

Can this poem
reflect the waters? Red balloon
survives the storm

Friday, October 26, 2012

(love poem #3)

I love you close,
noses touching. Hand to cheek. 
You go; faith eludes me

Thursday, October 25, 2012

(stick)

what could go wrong
with braids in my hair, with trains,
with our elbows touching

Sunday, October 21, 2012

(Sunday morning)

blueberry juice,
books, oatmeal in the living room,
beeswax candles, lit

Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Tuesday, October 16, 2012

(oh)

her bong rips, hands
painted mug green hair, eyes,
grunge rock. she dances

Friday, October 12, 2012

(sorry music, soul)

I meant to silence
the commercial but I silenced the whole
series of songs.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

(ceramics)

his hands shaped bowls.
he gave them-- green, black-- to me.
I drank from them.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Sunday, October 7, 2012

(in parts)

Impossible,
to render love in human form: 
biting, ego, blood.

This is why they call for
God, whom they might call
bloodless. boneless, no-

flesh, deceive me. rise
to his flesh: resurrection, through
insurrection--

We have sex
not to end the wanting but to increase
the wanting which is

paramount-- which maybe is--
love. but born of conflict.


There is a contradiction.
here, take my hand, let me love
you, let me suck your blood

see, love,
how sharp my teeth?