A Volume Curve

- The Jawbones of Odor -

2010-08-09T13:10:00.000-07:00

i did not become a man
because of a woman,
nor was it significant years of my life
crossing the earth's hemispheres,
or acts of violence mixed with regret.

this madness hides in the scent of self awareness,
there, born, amongst demand and struggle
where as a child i cupped my hands
under my arms when shame and
embarrassment licked their lips and bit down
on my nape repeatedly.

- Magnetic Fields -

2010-06-28T06:02:00.000-07:00

It's useless to wait
after counting the sky twice

You planted stars
in everything you touched

How
a million nights
swell into one another

I wander to
this night rainbow,
to chase the promise of her glow

- Princess of Wax -

2010-05-23T14:06:00.000-07:00

A thin ribbon
captures her hair
where I nest
and
close my eyes
every time we kiss.

- Song of Despair -

2010-05-23T13:57:00.000-07:00

She stole over me
this weakness
that dripped
from me
and
haunted my bones.

- Vascillate -

2010-04-24T04:52:00.001-07:00

both lips knit with fault,
such ardor to collapse upon its self
along the shore of a beach
that no paths cover.

- Polite Nausea -

2010-04-24T04:48:00.001-07:00

it was the ripeness of the evening,
he felt pregnant and
round like clouds
the rights of spring
chisel the neighborhood,
walking to meet an
opal woman,
the spine of an evening
rising.

- Paper Moon -

2010-02-20T14:06:00.000-08:00

Paper moon
you spoke to me
as though you were alone
honest, insecure, loathing,
sagging in bow of the morning body,
there to wane
behind the light,
a sheer and fibrous membrane
diminished.

- S.F. -

2010-02-16T07:50:00.000-08:00

My heart would break for you,
an egg white looped from its crack
a long
slow tear drop
staggering in your fingertips.

- Tidelands -

2010-02-09T14:25:00.000-08:00

Crystal moon,
I found your tear drops in the
milieu of the daylight,
hundreds reeling
over deltas, sand, and rock,
back to where the sea turns over,
ringing the bells of a boat
where I drift.

- Passerine -

2010-01-25T22:47:00.000-08:00

I.
Niece &
nephew,
curious of my censored conversation,
their eyes fan
hungry finches for crumbs in my words,
please do not
understand.

II.
We’re adults and the finches remain in the city and its problems.
And, children without name or smell
fine as white sand.

III.
bare feet bode me in the sand
along with the ocean, a bird abandoning a fallen nest.