Poetry
published by Retort Magazine, on July 19th, 2011
Rust
Dear Evee, my love for you, was fake and invented
just like this poem masquerading as a letter.
You do not do any more, We were
a white tennis shoe in which I lived
like a toe, able to move but trapped
to your foot, afraid to speak or breathe.
Today, my neighbor tossed a nail ridden
tire on his greasy green lawn, and then I knew it was
your beauty that kept me inside the tennis shoe.
I think beauty binds as well as a deflated
tire secures a wheel, and love strains to inflate
and fill this gap between rim and rubber.
Nothing not even love is permanent.
Nails and rust prove this so, as well as
the uselessness of beauty, without love
to support it. Beauty is a rim coated in speckled rust
like blotches of dull red paint on a gray wall
kept complete by a leaking tire once full of love’s air.
Poetry
published by Retort Magazine, on April 5th, 2011
White Shadows
Desire is the first step
to destruction.
Its light is unreality.
All shining and golden.
But a touch reveals
the perpetual blackness underneath.
And it sticks to your mind
like glue.
Eating the corners
of your memories.
Until they become hard enough
for your eyes to recognize.
They are your pain.
And they will keep you.
Sane.
And shaded.
From the path
you don’t belong on.
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Poetry
published by Retort Magazine, on April 5th, 2011
I. Venus of Willendorf at Her Toilet
the ugliest cook in the college café
wears whiter through the white of a chef
coat, like snow on an un- and shoveled walk, (a shift
of color subtle as an areola,) a white brassier
to contain breasts mottled with a soiree
of molefrecklezits, these
oddly decorated Faberge tits she’s
hidden to hide a spill of wine, a cabernet
birthmark.
to clip
her bush she sits on the can, hedges
how much to loose into the flush, loose labia
unsuckled, unsucked, her cunt unhow-a-snake-dredges
-a-toilet-by-her-husband’s-snoring-tongued.
if this were Arabia
no more snake charmer’d she be, no Scheherazade her clit.
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Poetry
published by Retort Magazine, on December 8th, 2010
Dog With His Keen Ears
Passyunk Between Morris and Tasker
Puddle after three days rain
bark split and peeling base of tree
Botanical
Disease
hidden
under the street
under the skin
Grins in reflected light
there’ll be no green buds this year he says
the way death does on bright spring days
so quietly
you think no more
than passing clouds
not even that dog
who stops to drink
with his keen ears will hear him
when he calls
…
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Poetry
published by Retort Magazine, on October 6th, 2010
Brutus
We overslept and missed the Spring again,
and then came an angry man,
spluttering blood, farting beluga.
Go away, we said, with your mischief
and your hideous beard, but he stayed.
He scared my cousin with his talk of girls,
and my wife with his knowledge of money.
He put the fear of God in us all
and stayed forever: a hulking
unwanted, necessary saint.
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Poetry
published by Retort Magazine, on October 6th, 2010
porridge
for breakfast
bearing a strong
resemblance to
brain matter
but without
the lateral
thinking
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