Posts Tagged ‘blood’

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.

Your Elation is in Direct Opposition to Idolatry.

January 27, 2010

the nuclear family is about to explode

and splatter bloody chunks all over

the minivan, which I hope explodes as well

because that would be badass.

we as molecules will multiply out from

and onto each other without restraint,

cracking jokes about subatomic schisms

and waking up cradled by our friends’ forearms

and backs.  we will live slap-happily together

and save fossil fuels, because dead dinosaurs

are real pissed off about

gettin’ milked all the time.

.

our cats and dogs will sleep

in the trees and vines, hunting

with us in calico war paint mirroring

streaks of earthy joy running

down our chests and backs, parallel

columns of priceless sinew purring

hammock sighs in August darkness.

.

we will dump spare change

into the streets and hand out bagels

for free, we will fist bump grandmothers

and play air guitar in the frozen food

aisle, we will sprint down stairs into

each other colliding with a sound

like strings and bells and choirs

proclaiming the anniversary of

a new beginning.


Jenny, as a Muse

January 21, 2010

he spends most of his time

in the adjacent room,

piddling away at places that don’t exist.

.

psalms sing from his heart as blood flows

to his groin, hearing nightingales, hallelujah

hallelujah hallelujah

.

yellowed limbs groan now I shall live

as the letters jumble and walls crumble in on their own

underwhelming weight.

.

have mercy.

Coagulate Trust

January 18, 2010

our darling doe eyes and receding hairlines

are built on twisted ladder halves of complementary

acidic elegance, skulls sparking hot thoughts compartmentally

like God-wrought charging elephants stampeding

twenty-four triumphant feet crushing dry grass

with soft flesh under a noontide flash

of a hot, wet, center-set

self-destructible sun.

.

we run on dark-spotted blood and it shows.

Oh Fuck Oh Fuck Oh Fuck: Scarecrow Collateral, One Two Three

January 3, 2010

it’s like running too fast and being too tall at the same time then seeing yourself  collide with telephone wires and cut off your own head except it’s not your own head it’s somebody else’s head and you’re screaming because they’re bleeding and they look surprised not because they’re actually surprised but they were surprised ten seconds ago when their head was still attached to their neck and you’re screaming oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck and crying more than you have since first grade at your great-grandmother’s funeral because it was scary not black bat and witches scary but pink wallpaper and boring organ music scary, the scary that tries to hide itself behind nice things and becomes scarier by veiling its-

-elf in flowers and velvet oh god please stop you are terrifying me with your quiet Central Park stroll toward death maggots roasting your eyeballs for kabobs, my cynicism and sincerity have been switching nametags to fuzz clarity for laughs well HA HA HA here they come spitting “we ain’t got time for mental glitches bitches let’s get down to business” then forget Fibonacci leaves & leave out obvious non habeas corpus in accidental oversight of Origens and remove hats in shame to countless straw women losing husbands to canons fired in the wrong dir-

-ection if I’m slightly insane and don’t believe it when you schedule all my friends to sit stiff on the living room couch for intervention in nice outfits to break it to me gently I present you proudly with the perfect evidence to use against me.

Blood Relations

November 29, 2009

I would like for you

to stop being such a

dumbass for just one

second and notice how

the blood pumps in your

ears.  Is it in C# minor?

Does it brag about its

grandchildren? Does it,

God forbid, agree with

Glenn Beck?  Lie flat

on the grass and feel

it all rush horizontal

to where it belongs.

It says nice things

about you when you’re

not around and doesn’t

complain about your

passive-aggressive

note-leaving habits or

increased consumption of

fried chicken, which you

should really stop because

the plaque and resentment

will catch up with you

eventually.

Brainbows

October 21, 2009

your love operates on my brain

like a hand grenade.  you bite the top off

and stick it in, then my eyes explode

out of my skull onto the opposite wall

with blood and multi-colored magnet letters

spelling things like “faith,” “love,” and “beauty”

you rearrange them into other words that make me laugh

like, “you evil fatty” and “voila, beef hat!”

we chuckle and you kiss the empty sockets

like they’re gonna taste like somethin’ other than blood

I can’t see you no more, but I feel ya, it’s true

and you ain’t goin’ nowhere, never you said,

so let me tuck my eyeless head

into the nook of your chin, neck and chest

until we rot with age and die, amen.