The 13th

by on November 19, 2020 :: 0 comments

On the bay, unlucky day, or so they say, But not today, today is Thursday, Not Tuesday or Friday. Or is it Wednesday? It’s so hard to keep Track during these times. All the days and dates run together. This morning, Amigo’s left front ankle is swollen, And he is limping on three legs. We call three veterinarian offices We …

CREEPY-CRAWLY EROS

by on November 17, 2020 :: 0 comments

Branching off into leaf-beds, the limbs of trees become the sinews of your arms that knead ecstasy into me. Your embrace is a spider that ambles bow-legged up the trunk of my body, marking punctures at each bite, trailing saliva that spins a wistful web of welts. Tendrils of poison shoot through blood, making fingers clasp and feet thrash, as …

Mr. and Mrs. Jones

by on November 16, 2020 :: 0 comments

When signatures are scrawled on every page marking every year… every death and every dollar When checks are cut and we amicably shake hands our eyes glimpse the waves under each other’s souls Here’s a page we didn’t write into the script… the mark of … End … We sit mad with fear in the hopes we did the right …

Burnt Desert

by on November 15, 2020 :: 0 comments

Soon, we will go to the desert, that orange desert and stand on those crimson dunes, melt into the cherry rust sand – surrounded by burnt dust and scorching gold sun Sand and bone, our bones – unbroken and elemental fusing into the soft curves and clean shape of the chili red quicksilver below We will drink whiskey from the …

This Investigation

by on November 14, 2020 :: 0 comments

Let’s investigate this thoroughly, we can call in witnesses, those few who were there, who saw what they saw, who knew/know what was going on and waited till now to talk about the things they saw, and then let’s call on experts to walk us through the process, things they know and things they can help us speculate about. It’s …

i believed there wasn’t a sky

by on November 13, 2020 :: 0 comments

the median stretched out like the neck of an abandoned guitar playing the endless discordant song of broad street sinking into the concrete shelf we stood as ever older versions of ourselves tuned through the drug-like orange haze of street-light- night-light-afterglow-come-down peering into our transparent lungs the orange line shook underworld thoughts loose sending them like balloons through our feet …

FRANK SERPICO AT THE DINER

by on November 12, 2020 :: 0 comments

It is 7 a.m. in Hudson, New York. The tin can diner is shrugging off dawn’s shroud Of relentless fog that plows down from the Catskills Daily, like the sleepy commuters seeking Coffee to go for the long haul South down the Taconic into the canyons of Manhattan, Where the green of Columbia County turns to a cold angry grey. …

Eating With Father’s Friends During Lockdown.

by on November 11, 2020 :: 0 comments

The table looks nice… a milligram of mounds sits on it. It is a ball… Silence is a golden fortune we worship. Only spittles birthed from delicacies dare break it… Like a thief with abs. Winds tussle… My father’s friend is bitter of caves… He says it exposes the fall of needles… He says the nipple of a strumpet is …

I can’t make this akron

by on November 10, 2020 :: 0 comments

(for victor clevenger) victor, I know you’re out there watching my apartment sink like the titanic, I know it’s not that dramatic it’s really not even as cool as getting hit by a streetcar in akron but you were there, no civilization in your pocket, watching a dragon and an octopus and the titanic I’m sorry I can’t make this …