alabama's fine

this is one of those
mornin's i don't need to go
nowhere cause yer here

his
procellous
smile
looks
like
evil
on
an
upswing

whipping cream and jesus christ

southbound in six's
assurance denied
repossessed fatalities
along for the ride
come
on
down
we'll make it alright
grab some strawberry pie
and yer butcher knife

6.15.11

When I shoulder this cloak
You'll forget what you've seen
The looking man's lost
His copper coin costs me nothing
I am invisible
No longer shaped by your perceptions
Of loveless identity

dirty knees

honeybees
come
calling
when
Iris
pulls
down
her
panties

did you ever watch orange funeral flags
free themselves in the breeze
til the soot scented man
put them back in his drawer
a lucky man
with a golden key
to lock all the open doors

may day

a
yellow
injection
makes
new
babies
with
blue

mother noose

little girl sue, yer dress is torn. there's blood in the meadow, no seed fer corn. where is yer daddy? why do you weep? "he's settlin' scores whare my kisses won't reach." cain't you holler fer him? "no, i've tried. and his bullets scare me. what if he dies?"

3am bells

what if i
borrow a needle and
make my hands a machine

screech owl

when you swirl the crush
of distant screams in the
slightest sway of her hips

home

i thought you
might want some woman with
yer whiskey

pooled
water
adds
weight
to
a
stones
hasty
incision

love. a day later.

your
accusations
shackle
the
sun
for
sleeping
on
snow


If it could just be a hell beyond that: the clean flame the two of us more than dead. Then you will have only me then only me then the two of us amid the pointing and the horror beyond the clean flame.

-William Faulkner

she
knows
that
you
grow
rainbows
around
heavens
rim

the
impressions
of
four
crescent
moons
on
my
hip

electric blue lasso

why do you forget
the painted ladies
who lift up their skirts
to scatter
yellow
ashes
in
Gethsemane
?

the shadows
of a conclusive swirl
lost at sea

"cigarette, madame?"

carnivorous angels
with blood on their
apron strings

pumpernickel reprieve

so you want happy?
open the big top door and
listen
to the lubricated purr
of tamed violence
and caged whores
selling eve's candy apples
to settle the score.

men and gentle ladies

bloated condolences
marred by a parasitic memory.
leave before first light