The smoke takes her like a man never
could, circles
round her body, fills
her lungs, sucks,
her ears, plugs
her nose, burning
wood in every
entrance, every
hole, every
pore, burning
wood to take her where she's never
been before.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Mortal Jewels
I wore the wounds like mortal
jewels, they hung in solemn
weights, clung like grave
suspicions, wrung my body
dry, sung my final
dirge with sorry
whispers of
goodbye
jewels, they hung in solemn
weights, clung like grave
suspicions, wrung my body
dry, sung my final
dirge with sorry
whispers of
goodbye
Warm Women's Perfumes
warm women's perfumes carry
coolly on the cold air, the
smell of their clothes, the
smell of their hair, barely
fixed to their bodies, barely
fixed anywhere, oh the
warm women's perfumes carry
coolly on the air
coolly on the cold air, the
smell of their clothes, the
smell of their hair, barely
fixed to their bodies, barely
fixed anywhere, oh the
warm women's perfumes carry
coolly on the air
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
***
M's sister had been buried beneath a great rock near the cemetery, a tiny baby girl in a gem-encrusted box made by their father. And now M's ninety-year-old body, burned, turned to ashes and poured into an urn fashioned by his grandson, was set to be lain by that box. A procession of long-limbed boys and thick-fingered men moved through the gardens, made its way bewitchingly through the headstones, each figure bound to the other by a white rope. The leader of this procession, M's nephew and the eldest of the family, held M's clay vessel majestically aloft in his be-ringed artisan's hands, a wild spark in his green eyes, emeralds set in a silver mask.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Aftermath
Naked
drunk
and home.
Do I
smell like all
the girls
I danced with?
Have the boys
left all their
smiles
on me?
I danced tonight.
I did.
And now I'm
naked
drunk
and home.
drunk
and home.
Do I
smell like all
the girls
I danced with?
Have the boys
left all their
smiles
on me?
I danced tonight.
I did.
And now I'm
naked
drunk
and home.
Monday, March 14, 2011
For God's Sake
hold her by the ghost of her waist
dance once more before dawn
see love fill the frame of her face
cry goodbye at the horn
dance once more before dawn
see love fill the frame of her face
cry goodbye at the horn
We Are Going Out Today
We are aimed at the city.
We are freshly washed and woken.
We are combed and clipped.
We are shirted, skirted, suited.
We are waxed and slicked.
We are riding machines today.
We are sealed in travelling containers.
We are pleasant, patient, polite.
We are watching the world through windows.
We are keeping our knees to ourselves.
We are keeping an eye on the stops.
We are smiling at jumpered children.
We are passing the movement of morning.
We are going out today.
We are aimed at the city.
We are freshly washed and woken.
We are combed and clipped.
We are shirted, skirted, suited.
We are waxed and slicked.
We are riding machines today.
We are sealed in travelling containers.
We are pleasant, patient, polite.
We are watching the world through windows.
We are keeping our knees to ourselves.
We are keeping an eye on the stops.
We are smiling at jumpered children.
We are passing the movement of morning.
We are going out today.
We are aimed at the city.
Williamstown Beach Without My Bathers
converts me into a billowing
wader
clothes
hoiked
shorts knotted into culottes
shirt rolled above the
shoulders
water
warm and clear.
I never quite planned on coming here
but here I am
a lonely daughter
caught out
(towell-less)
sand removal not totally thought out
(tote bag a mess)
but who gives a shit.
I am here
in the water
and that is it.
wader
clothes
hoiked
shorts knotted into culottes
shirt rolled above the
shoulders
water
warm and clear.
I never quite planned on coming here
but here I am
a lonely daughter
caught out
(towell-less)
sand removal not totally thought out
(tote bag a mess)
but who gives a shit.
I am here
in the water
and that is it.
A Pointed Steaking of a Girl
with waves of hair and blaring
eyes tries on
an embroidered blouse,
her boyfriend permitted to
peak through the curtain,
give an honest but gentle opinion,
the girl guides his answers with forceful questions,
his answers give way to her
prompts.
eyes tries on
an embroidered blouse,
her boyfriend permitted to
peak through the curtain,
give an honest but gentle opinion,
the girl guides his answers with forceful questions,
his answers give way to her
prompts.
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