Thursday, February 12, 2009

(You)

can't say I love without pronouns. Draw
a heart

connecting to a collar bone. This is all
head

of an animal. Eight eyes and a tail
bone

too. Eight fingers.

Goodbye, Note --

There will be so many things I forgot to tell you. The coconut in the wine. The way I can't control us, though I try. God knows
the plastic cup. The cat
getting into the baggage. Gets
in to the trunk. We forget. There were earrings
under the carpet and things
weren't where we left them. It's why.
I'm leaving. I'm crawling under the carpet too
and I'll sink there. Sing to you in dreams
in alternate professions.

Sunday, February 8, 2009

dee dee dee dah dum dah dee dah -

okay and there are bags
little stones
with a button for musical
output each

Tuesday, February 3, 2009

so.

A.
How. Could you
know.

This.


How.






Would you have
wanted? What is
want. What
is want.


Some sort of rose petal
Some petal rosary



this is The World
Ends.


Not with a bang,


With batons.
With a blue flame.

Dear S-----,

You're my birthday. You're my birthday.
It's coming to take you it's
coming. I wrote this bluesy jingle. So quick.
It almost won a contest. The montage beat me out.
It beat me. I want you I want you to tell me.
It will be okay it will be.
It will be a tiny pie and I love you.