morning movement

Dogs with noses

powerdered sugar dipped,

and sweet corn chip feet,

Bark. 

Birds whistle,

clear and sharp,

a glass knife

cut through the

low morning mist.

I'm awake again

in cool mountian

valley.

Bite the air

crisp as an

Apple.

The world beacons.

To behold.

To be Alive,

despite all that

led here.

extinction

The eye of Jupiter shrinks everyday.

Scientists estimate it will be gone,

Distant history, within my lifetime.

I hope the enternal storm in my soul

does the same disappearing act.

It's the illusion of ever expanding

Universe where we are all fading

into solitude and silence of space.

lockjaw head

It's nothing short of supersonic

when I'm back on the floor.

bare wood to tepid temples;

It's everything I know.

No one enjoys a 1 a.m.

headache quite like me.

Tethered by strained neck,

daily slumped downcast.

There's a prostitute

in my hallway's mind;

it's not her personality.

She says It's just a job.

Most people seek relief

take a pill, but not me.

I stroke the brain fire

toasting up memories.

waisad ofcig

Nothing can come between us

other than your nine millimeter

gat, tucked in bed with us, between.

And my mouth from which my 

unfiltered throughts flow.

Like no one knows what happens

in a marriage, other than those in it,

except sometimes you can be

the last to know anything.

It's not paranoia if it is founded

and rooted in something and

isn't lying if it's someone's 

truth. Pink tip toes to temples,

I am calm at that sight, barely

shrink away from the brush of

cold metal in my bed, our bed.

And it's sad, how I know, someday

You will be gone and I will have to

get rid of this fucking thing somehow.

my happiest memory

There's a special kind of snow

when children wake up to the sound

of church bells, 

Tucked under warm quilts,

inside a victorian duplex.

Soft feet, naked on the hard wood,

plodding hand in hand toward

the thick smell of pancakes,

toward flying down hills

on trashcan lids, impromptu

sleds of imagination

laughing till tears freeze

around our eyes

preserving this moment

forever.

hot girl summer

Girls giggling on blankets on the edge

of the mountian as the sun sets behind

cotton-tailed clouds. An audience of bats

and dragonflies christen their loving gaze.

And me, in the distance.

Cool, sweetsummer breeze perfumed

with the lotion they rub on their

legs, their thighs, their hands holding,

I smell it from the bench I perch on,

Tettering on my seat, watching.

I can taste their uncontained joy, but

The darkness of night descends and the city

lights flicker on the horizon like heat 

Rising from the hot black top.

I must leave.

double devil

Antifreeze tastes sweet

but is deadly;

and the Devil doesn't come

sneaking in the night.

He walks right in, daylight,

shining bright as Summer

-camp, fishing, canoeing, joy,

and lays his hat right down.

Brandishing flowers and

floundering flutes, dinner

by candlelight, smiling

stuttering succotash.

The Devil doesn't disguise 

and neither should I.