unseen primrose puff against the

wrinkles of our fists, no closed

hands--a touch at the poles, your

skin seeks my skin and my bones

beneath my body breathless by

light or string my flesh to be alongasideagainst the

heat that survived your standing up and

drifting a distance to see me, adoring you.

i peed with the door open a minute or so ago.

hosted

dogmatika has been kind enough to post one of my poems on their blog. you can see it here.

begin me

Tell a breath to

begin me. A

drink as a bruise,

a reach, a return; tell a

breath to exert me.

Something ruined: a

vine, pale and thin, a

vine to stretch against,

too limp to climb, some

sallow slowness

sinks, is

gone.

an old man who needed help with the garbage

a piece of

crap in my left eyeball a piece of

broom that a Spanish man from work

breathed in to my face,

i sat in a

tall room, shrank at his weakness

i

twitched somewhere on the ceiling.

it was a sponge on my back that

glowed orange, drooled clear, the

top of the room kept me up there

high-loose in its spatter,

i can see other

shoulder blades and ankles,

caked dust and other filth,

and and and up here i melt,

the man too delicate to dispose,

i melt and we give, and we soften.

among a metal

echo i jump at the

veins hollering

hot under the

pink backs of my

left and right.

a lazy

mouth, that metal

echo

forms an "o"-

lip, something this

woman does and

leans against something

dry, this lady sure can

sing because my

blood is beating my

hands into fists.

a drink i take to

one and its pulp is sturdy

i float, my feet contort my 

clothes burn my hair

falls and i drown.