Category: Poetry

I want to rip off the nail — you — and wash the cheesy smells produced when two insolubles lay together too long

Your first star, little love, was Venus. I didn’t have the heart to tell you your wish was lost orbiting our sun’s falling reign. They say stars die years before we ever know — yet their light remains. You wish anyway. Our neighbors’ windows look like black spines in dark matter. I feel your small…

I’ve been brain numb for a while kicking meds out of my body, half in and half out. Move too fast and I fizz, hear car wrecks before they actually happen. Some part of me wants to pluck my eyelashes like a dog licks a raw spot. I know none of this makes sense to…

Your breathing rakes leaves of air into a green metal scratching sound on concrete. Rattling inside you is a steady oscillating tool, loose screw. Or perhaps you are mopping the flooding blood. Damn kids, you mumble through a dream, plugging the faucets again, the pipes, my lungs. I watch your nightly maintenance – sighing, snoring.…

Dog shit nuggets Vitamin C Have a nice day! says the gutter bag smiling. Thanks, you too? Picking sparrows hop. Cotton elopes with a cigarette butt Cartilage sheered in a nail salon lot Paper clip Gold light bulb tip A crib marooned in pot holes

Fanning a mangled Vogue, pages fall like her teeth in trends. Pieces surround a woman’s coin-slot skin. She offers quarters worth 20 bucks in her shirt. A man pukes by the curb wipes his mouth picks up a garbage bag and his son and kneels under a beaconing Laundromat sign. Unnoticed art commits suicide off…

Down four flights of brownstone stairs Wilson barks, stairs creak, a stroller is banished into a landing corner – in these servants quarters a black-sheeped dresser in the living room poses as a crib. Cracked windows whisper of Brooklyn open spaces where Air has no architect. Neither do the paths we weave. X-Marks the spot…