Haiku
underfall the sane
shoehorn bark against the mist
dancing towards clouds.
why candles inspire
tears - waxlike stretch and stainedcheeks
eyelit agony?
elastic faceprints
on vasolinesweet relief
spread in bodies groves.
hewned halfstone quarry,
shaken ribcage not enough
to yield jade dustpiles.
Poems
from the laundryroom.
neck tilted to floorboard ceilings
lips where the wood flushed
creaking that
underspoke unchanged unsure
footstomping -- women one up
have always fumbled
crosspointed at seethrough sleepers
some who never woke;
fullscored on some dancefloor
exhausted Shakers
machines that
paint those daintyfinger claws
my dryworld can stop spinning --
fourhands, each tear
clothshored brokenskin
sheared and doledout:
to the basketweaved folded man.
Burrough from her to her.
and she said, "with scabs ripened, carbon twigs, a clawed mouse."
and I thought it through
forgetting the seat of me
where this babeltower is built
walls I must circumvent
cracked through or by clawing
mouselike up the side
am I a mouse
or screaming fliptongued
an exploding voicebox?
and I thought of cripled
boisterous dancing so empty
the hay that fills nests
thinsmells kept vining gardendeep
planted next to a shrew
we say woman
lover of this bedding
dimmouse caged
clawed mute again.
and I thought I home
restwell place until breaths
shallowed that wordlast swallow
where dreams come fullrest
rotting before these teeth breakshort
ground like fingers
foodgroping knucklebent
behind girderbelt ballgowns
asleep upon carpet
mouthgape and becoming damp.
and I thought again
when will it end
birdlifes in her hands
flies dirtying the playrooms
beared by bulkhead womb
mudpost totems of rodents
drawn a tiger at a thousand
clawing through ribcaged stones
a clock's alltoo electric hums.
Perhaps later...I may post more poetry. Write me if you want to see more.
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