Archive for April, 2010

Minimum Rage

April 21, 2010

I will shove you headfirst into a dryer and

turn the knob to low heat because I like you.

Like Sick Horses

April 14, 2010

I want to press my mouth on yours.

I want to wear a dress the color of dead fleas.

I want you to put down your guns.


I have checked the room

and it is safe.

I have checked my friends

and they are full of blood.

I have convinced your hands to

drop the guns, to wait trembling.


The birds and falling ice in my dreams

will break my body.  Don’t worry for me,

don’t go.