2006-8 photos and drawings

Heal

I have pulled crooked nails, splinters, tacks
and shards of glass
from my skin,
so hard pressed. about his heart
getting in.

Grass juice on my elbows from all that talking on points
and his words. come in dissections and dis-joints.

An approaching swarm of failed inflections and foreign coined.

Terms aren’t personal enough that exchange is counterpoint,

The Walk

I cleared the clog in the drain with a broken clip
ice triangles breaking on a rail-bridge
my smoke raw throat broke after the give
you asked me for a walk I went for your jugular
your friendless hand swings, misses
a part of me had only icebergs drifting

they're removing the trees, it gives me
disingenuous disgust
familiar listing
amusement at my joke template
discomfort bruises me, soft
pangs, lulls, and icicles tinkling
back to uprooted Apartment listings

Filmy Strips

On one hand you're shamed by every man to make a fool of himself,
on those 16 mm kisses
and I, at your foggy hindsight,
smudging mascara on the other hand.

Appearances tense in scripted fancy
stutter in the lines from your CD case.

These aren't the songs I hum to
fluttering my hand down the interstate.
and my speedy counterpart,
flipping around stop signs
leaping off bridges
now sits by a school stop
waiting for a yellow dragon to come
kill your white lady