Sunday, August 21, 2011


and he came forth
with so many legs and a spinal collum
flailing tenticular and wiresome
breathing a hollar for the game front
and bleeding in horror as his team burnt

wide blue
free fleeting bellies moan and consume
and I for one will un-do
all the flowers my sick tongue blooms

Friday, August 12, 2011

The Beauty of Sleep.

Every nook a blessed home for a limb of mine to sleep
belief and belonging braves my eyes to close and dream
our fleeting hours become a monument solid and traceable
and i conceive of my becoming in our womb like an interior

I long to sleep and lay and breathe shallow in our spirit pool
of golden orchid and the midas that cavorts within your touch
bringing speech to my skin as words fall blissfully I weep
for the beauty of it all, for the beauty of our sleep.