Pale Birds of Heather

the pale birds of
haunted heather

have flown the flue for
a tall glass o’ fresh
squeezed water

and palms of pleasure’s balmy coves
somewhere other than home
where trimmed branches
warp in droves,

she fails in freeing clipped wings
time’s sewn into sofa’s

n’ wipes her blue nose on
old starchy cloth she
calls new clothes



A Breeze of Bees

Words based loosely on the song ‘Bloodbuzz Ohio’ by the National.

breeze feels like a swarmin’
storm of bees sent to
spare humanity,

i beg mossy patch on weeds to absorb the
martyrs in each memory detached now
crawling out holes in me left by
unhealed stings,

momentary freeze feels like i’m
on tips of
nerves plucking
pins deep inside for

release from fire’s smokin’ heat as
ambered breeze o’ honey bees
splash over me

to raspy buzz n’ blink
of coke machine.



My Flaming Flower

outta old man’s old
cryin’ pan into
the drier,

fluffy cycle on repeat ’til
the sneaky snuggle’s
caught fire,

stand center stage in
flaming flower, for
there’s no sight n’
scent, lighter
on higher,

like i soaked in tub with
girl’s hairdryer.



Come n' Catch Me

cat burglar men manicuring lives for
for the non living with fungus in
gritty bloom under their

kicked indents in so many bulges
in fuck’it buckets, spilled hot
garbage from jaws o’ many
many tipped over pails,

IV bag kid’s missing out on
the cloud of butterflies
unleashed in each

chasin’ all those nuthins through
blazing hoops, in hopes of
catchin’ a twitch of
cat’s own tail.



Night Train (A Whistle through Veins)

varied configurations
of the same concept

still yielding piss n’ salt
enough to mix up
the results

and if i’m known to my few friends for my best
and they just bury the rest, my floating
body still sees no stop nearin’
for broken road’s

i’ll pull the cord, sound the
whistle n’ wait here

leavin’ the rest
to mess with



Tug of War

round here the shiny toys
are shaped like
tiny boys,

but not all boys like their toys
revved and red, or dangling bare-
like girl’s shiny hoop earrings
as trophies ’round a
rubber neck,

cash the check and break the
promise, default on action,
betray self-respect,

expect some frayin’ in
the rope, cause this
tug o’ war ain’t
done yet.