See Vacancy

featured in the poetry forum October 4, 2011  :: 0 comments

in the cathedral
where
xxxthey’re
suspicious

see Vacancy
’sa pissing contest
says
the board member
xxx‘scalled Vacancy
and ’snot to be
confused
with a silent auction

‘sin the cathedral
where
xxxthey’re
suspicious
of any group
that wouldn’t
xxxwant
an open bar

there’ll be an open bar
and
quiet art to
be bought with a quick
pen and
xxxone-upmanship
for the historic
foundation

an open bar’s
pissing
xxxcontest
sees Vacancy

editors note:

All things are holy, especially the gathering of alms. Don’t need to be poor – just get the alms, dammit! – mh

Pulsing Juxtaposed Kin

featured in the poetry forum June 7, 2011  :: 0 comments

In memoriam of all
the incest wrapped up
in Racer X, I am
going to sit next to
the underside of your legs

There’s no blood and
no nitrous growl rubber
burning salvation- but
not all fluids have been
isolated between us; and
you’ve always been the safest

Speed don’t get up
You’re the closest and if you
do I’ll take to a cold
run- to risk letting
out some identity

I love you enough
to ask if that’s
a monkey in your trunk-
and in two many ways
At once racing and
trying to qualify

Why won’t you ever take shortcuts?
I’m following you around
for a reason- I’ve been on
every side of you, like my
trademark letter-

riled dually each time
That flag drops:
Like Brother let’s go Lover
combine pennants
and become cosponsored
racers- Team Incestuous

editors note:

Why not? Let’s make kissing cousins a team sport! – mh

Bruised Psalms 13 1/3 Wide

April 19, 2011  :: 0 comments

Last Wednesday in front
of the Gap this girl in
a denim mini skirt comes
to me, slaps her hip and says,

Water, you know, was Jesus’
favorite medium, though he
had a thing for rotting skin also.

I think she wants me to lay
hands on her; so I raise my left.

Later last Wednesday, just
outside of the Gap, this Security
Guard in a tailored uniform comes
to me, tickles her chin and says,

Do you always enjoy strangers?

And as I help her again
fasten the plastic around
my wrists, I squint.

I’ve never met a stranger,
only the same lunatic
provoking me in a new
face every day.

editors note:

Can’t help our insanity; we expect a different result from the same action when it’s a different face. – mh