MIDNIGHT AT THE TECHNOLOGICAL INSTITUTE ( Read more... )

SONATA

Through the foliage of my nightly prayer,
the city.

Electric billboards
burn their geometry
into the dark.

The possibility of joy.

The desire to exist,
to desire only what exists.

NO PERSPECTIVE

(for Rod)It doesn’t matter what I am, only ( Read more... )

LAS VEGAS

City under the sign of Scorpio
a hard energy rising from the earth

City of surfaces that move and shine
like the mirrors of Chavin de Huantar

City that speaks in tongues

City of percolating breasts in halter tops
a glitter of eyes and deadly red
poppy mouths
trawling the dancefloor

City of I never meant for this to happen
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OLEANDER ( Read more... )

To celebrate May, here's a poem called April.

APRIL

I wake to the sound
of waves and April
clearing its parched throat.

Azaleas percolating in the hedge.

I never thought
this day
would come -

everyone who
knew me up
and gone.

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from "For Esme--with Love and Squalor" by JD Salinger ( Read more... )

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