poems and eulogies

start with a word
they don’t care which word you choose
as long as you begin
and, later, end

If We Could

talk about orchard red petals on wood tables
plate upon each other
soft eggs whispering to candle wax and I am

just buried in wallpaper
trapped in a past life
guessing on about oil in still life canvas

on a second thought my eyes shift
to roll back
and he slithers up toward my lips

because if he could he wouldn’t exist
yet here we begin
just two pieces of black ice
melting pastels into sunset

and if we could get it back together
from memory – where it is what it was –
we would pluck tiny pellets from
pomegranates in winter
for juicing

individually

without each other

untitled

the hardest part of loving her desert is
knowing that it did not come
from you

Coquette

it doesn’t matter that she is blank
to you
i see her
scribbled in fine
point

so many want her
temptation
I am not alone

in this I have thought
about her since
childhood

so many have had her
some by accident
or not – no matter –
when she craves
a taste of you
she will have you

some do not want her
cold caress
stealing their breath

but others – like me
flirt with her heavy
want
zero our rifles
just enough
to taste silver
before

in a moment

a moment like that
like this
is crucial

lightning strikes,
dry heat
radiation
takes place

of
the sweet kiss
on my cold shoulder

I find seconds
in days
that last
forever waiting
to speak

whisper even

because tragedy
has hands
that rip through
this soul

this particular soul
that sleeps
like a demon
in benediction

that opens a
bloodshot
mouth
in his direction –

even the desert would
freeze over
if it knew him

ghost

my sun starts sleepy
on this side of
ecstasy

rolling in deep
sudden
pulsating
submission

his shadow aligns
with time
that belongs to
none

stars are ever burning
love

do not forget me

because its how i feel

thick wind has come back
I’m under attack
take my heart back
black thunder
rips across the land

the sky’s dry
tri-tip
frying like I
fingertips split black
powder
sit back
venom drips down my throat
I spit back

a damned sky cracks
white lightning flash
backs
words clash so fast
blast from the past

a knife
and a shadow
a ghost
in the past tense
I can see through
me and you
quicksand
compact

a solid path
blood bath

peel me apart
I’m see through
deep deep breath 

fuck you

Helios Unconquered

a blue bird twines
of wire
where sunflowers grow

your air is twisted
like she
unthawed
in your
affection

an aroma far
from lonely

i find dizziness
underneath
liquor

we are empty
never simultaneously

the glass is warped
i’ve stood here forever
waiting
for the
freeze to pass

Helios in
a winter solstice
unconquered

I am fire and light

come to me

to mine

mining: the extraction of valuables

a fresh element, raw
fire starter –
dripping language
from his pores

who speaks
but you?

I do

rock dusts are risky
but I will
breathe through

demand is high
pressurized coal
flows like
water
and that is not
my desire

chemistry is mixing
air into
asphyxiation
but I am
fixated

on the way
the world tilts
when I make out
with your layers
and veins

and even though 1,549 died in China
that way;
due to

I will not abandon you

soul mate

this tempting silence
so tastefully
touches my tongue
with yours
we can create worlds with
words