The women are commas, Apostrophes, question marks, Ellipses, exclamations, Brackets, bullets, Vowels, consonants, Virgins, widows, Bandages, electric eels, Spices, months of the year, Deja vu's, the Fibonacci sequence.
"Jesus and Co. Great Rose of Sharon, Take me now mighty man, Don’t let her take me whole, Save the heart, Save the face, And the fingers for the art."
And so it came, sun downing, People appearing from the grind asking if I had a good day. What do you think? I wrote all day you fool. They shake their heads, and I say dare you ask me this same question tomorrow, I have your response here, here in my fists.
There is the factory man and woman, The American woman and the Chinese man, She is large, he is nothing special. They stay on the pavement in the cold, One, with bad eyes, The other pushes a dead ear nearer, Bad English between them, So they settle for nods, A few good nods, Never any … Continue reading That Fine Frown
I am on the 10:15, Dying in the cold, Or pretending to be alive too, Like on a special quest, Mr Somebody pulls himself up, By the steel post, he finds the door, Strokes his moustache, once, twice, The doors hiss open, He looks around for his coming prestige, For evil ashes on his coat … Continue reading Socrates et Dreadful
Even I know the silent corrupt joy of a deserted town with clinking adobe brick alleys, And silent yellow lamps, And as this is no movie, there are no London-type fogs telling of a grave lurking evil. None of that flagrant nonsense, you see. This town is its most miraculous when it is devoid the … Continue reading Donkey Punch
I met a poet today, You can tell it was a party. Sleek, Goodly, Handsome, On fire, She smelled of fog and flowers, Her first line, a dead giveaway, Something about the communistas and the Sicilian Syndicate, Too many feral sons never taken to a punch from their old man, She mined a ricochet bullet … Continue reading Morgue Attendant