She is a shark,
And her name is “Lovely,”
And she has a destiny
To be the bird
Who picks the worm
That leaves the other worms despairing.
The Worm
She is a shark, And her name is “Lovely,” And she has a destiny To be the bird Who picks the worm That leaves the other worms despairing.
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November 2008.
Tokyo Dawn Before the rise of Men each day, When the early bird Announces the dawn, It’s the end of the world Again and again and again Until I cry once more for Everything that’s lost Even as the smell of something new Coming at me fast though the clutter fills me And the expectant taste of it sits in my mouth. Summer
Idle time is the Devil’s invitation, So this is how I spend my summer. Hot sunlight beats on my black baseball cap, While I wander here and there like Satan in the Book of Job, My precious Doc Martens beat the hot pavement. Beethoven - something new for me - beats on my eardrums. It is the sound of a grave tempest, Of a man dying, or in love. It’s the same thing. Sometimes summer rain beats on my window. Like an ablution to purify us for what comes next. November 2006.
The Oriental Smoker A beautiful day is a gift from heaven. Time to light up and cradle my fag Like caressing a woman’s nipple In my cupped fingertips. July 2004.
The Lovers’ Day In the morning your eyes shine like night’s sparkling stars. By 10:00 your face glows like the full moon on new winter snow. At noon your hair shimmers like heat from the sea’s open waters. When 3:00 comes I dream of the touch of your fresh fawn’s breath. Antici pation! At dinner you come through the door like a spring breeze, bearing pollen. After the News at 10, by your side in our bed of dreams, in darkness your genius caresses and weaves me. I’m a new man once again. January 2007.
She Drove Me Crazy I remember when I lost my mind. I was on the edge. I was out of touch. I felt everything, and I felt too much of it. I saw everything. Everything was an echo of her. I saw the texture of her skin in the falling rain. I tasted her scent, her skin, her hair with the dawn’s early light. She drove me crazy so that even breathing hurt. I was in it for her beauty, But she was in it for her beauty, too. I was in it for myself, which is also why I got out of it. March 2011.
Tell me more Tell me who you’re stalking So I can help you stalk him. Tell me what you’re grudging And I will grudge it, too. Tell me what you really hate, And what’s your biggest ire. Tell me to wait outside your gate With Voodoo and with fire. Tell me where you’ve been Since the last time that I saw you. Then I will have a look there And imagine I was with you. Tell me all your failures And what you want to undone. Tell me all your regrets And all your dark components, Tell me you’re not really The way that you appear Shock me with your real self And then please disappear. |
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