On the perfection in small mistakes

*** This is post no. 1 in a series of photo’s taken from my life and poems written about them. Some poems will be true, some fictitious. Which are which? I’ll never tell ***
On the perfection in small mistakes
Slide the tomato under
the water’s stream, turn off
the faucet, expose the tiny cities
of round, clustered [...]

Landscape: Urban

To get out, she has to go thru a tunnel.
Down, down, down. So many stairs,
tan walls crowding her movements.
Out the door, she will escape. In daylight,
nameless children rule the street. The street,
one side lined with cars, cracked sidewalks,
unhygenic grit, trash, and food wrappers,
and cat shit, and trash. The children are there,
their mothers [...]

Pool at the St. James

Whenever I play pool in a crowded bar,
I think of Donald in Mathmatics Land,
and its candy colored characters. I try to see
the dotted lines, the right angles.
They obviously come naturally
to you, a red striped ball tips
into a side pocket; the one
with a yellow stripe falls into a corner.
I have to laugh at the [...]

Perseid Sky

I.
Meet me beneath the meteor streaked sky
tonight. Years ago, you asked to stay here,
and now I want to change my answer. I went
to a bar the other day and ordered a vodka tonic,
it should have been a gin. At least it wasn’t the worst
mistake I ever made. Tonight, I’m alone. [...]

How love begets violence

She has never been accustomed
to weapons, to blood, but one day,
she gets the notion to sever your head
and crack open the thin bones of your skull.
She wants to scape your brains out with a dull
wooden spoon, to fry them, and feed them
to someone unsuspecting. Placed in a chili,
perhaps vegans would mistake them
for filler. [...]

Why I’m not sure if I write poetry anymore

I spend my days with people who cannot connect object to word,
word to feeling, feeling to person. Perhaps some if this seeps into me,
perhaps I’ll next be called to mime. What is the motion
for fear – is it crouching, arms braced in front of me, mouth agape?
Is it approaching a large girl with [...]

a specific lonliness

I am experiencing
a you specific
lonliness. It is a need
for things left
undone. You are
all hands and toungue
and voice in motion.
You are comfort, desire;
you are contentment
and passion.
You are my need.
Come home.

The necromancer

Look me in the eye, find some truth, find some fear
then use every word you can find to say nothing. I laid
in your bed once when you were not there. I had a nightmare
that your father found me. I let you run your hand down
my body, I let you, but you knew then, [...]

Unable

Lately, I am unable. Unable to write, unable to think, unable to work, unable to keep up correspondence. Things that shouldn’t be are taking up all the space in my life. I’m not doing anything as well as I should.
I’m getting angry.
Sorry

Velvet Elvis

My friend Emily and I wrote this poem together. This is a rough draft, but I sort of love it…
velvet elvis
Rest deep in the field of matte black
plush and dense as Mississippi night;
no screams will jolt you from this
reverie, no girls will faint at your feet
except me, clawing to get behind
the wide gilt frame [...]