Sound Asleep

I’m the guy, you’re the girl

I am the bivalve and you the pearl.

I the habit, you are the choice.

I’m the lips, you’re the voice.

I the muscle but you the pulse.

You’re the desired, I the impulse.

You the shepherd and I the sheep.

You’re the dream and I sound asleep.

Last Fall

Leaves of saffron and marigold
mingled with canary and rose,
some shattered, some frozen
within the mud and early snow.

The scent of chilly air and soil,
the sound of familiar voices
rising up at once to a roar,
the feel of gloved fingers below,
all fused becoming something new
that grew more and more distant,
but she enjoyed her last fall; every hue.

Dirty Eyes

I woke up covered all 
In fragments of a dream,
All sticky like the scent of skunks
That sprayed my storybook last night.
—Wash up!  the voices shrieked 
And pushed my head madly beneath
A pool of tears until I drowned 
Again inside another dream.

So tell me whose tears were that soaked 
The leaves I'd flipped through all last night 
With every flutter of lashes so moist.
So speak but make it soft and clean
And hold my hands and smile and joke
And only then describe my nightly scene 
The screens projected on my twitching lids 
The ghastly films my dirty eyes have seen.... 

Report of an Arrest

The state police report:
At one o'clock last night,  
a liquid gold sedan—
"a Mazda 3," they write, 
"an import," driven by
a man of black-and-white
complexion, suit and tie—
had come to park beside
a purple Firebird, right 
behind the fire temple,
on Ash across from Crown. 
And not that far from stairs,
and couple hydrants there.
Police became alarmed
at once because they saw
a sickly bandaged arm  
emerging from the car,
and wave—as if a star.
"Do not report," upset,
he said, "my life, oh please,
as though the world at large
considers me a threat!"
Arrested by police
right there and then, his charge:
Disturbing of the peace!

Love

In a vase
Love arose.
Love, the dirt.
Love, the rose.

Love in space.
Love in time.
Love in "not."
Love in "I'm."

Love, the name.
Love, the bounds.
Love, the taste.
Love, the sounds.

Love, inside.
Love, out there.
Love, to be.
Love, as care.

Love is safe.
Love is hushed.
Love is dared.
Love is rushed.

Love, to get.
Love, to give.
Love is long.
Love is live.

Love is old.
Love is teens
Love is ends.
Love is means.

Love in flesh.
Love in soul.
Love that lacks.
Love is whole.
 

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Love of eyes.
Love of lips.
Love of curves.
Love of hips.

Love the scents
Love the chests.
Love the beards.
Love the breasts.

Love that lures.
Love confessed.
Love that woos.
Love undressed.

Love, you need.
Love, I must.
Love, you crave.
Love, I lust.

Lovemaking.
Lovemaking.
Lovemaking.
Lovemaking.

love   p  u  l  s  a  t  e  s
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love red white

Love, in bed.
Love, each breath.
Love, in sky.
Love, till death.

Love is pledged.
Love, with dread.
Love, engaged.
Love is wed.

Love is mine.
Love is yours.
Love, kisses.
Love, the chores.

Love, the spell.
Love, achieved.
Love, labor.
Love, conceived.

Love, revealed:
Love, from womb.
Love, that lives.
Love, to tomb.

Love of babes.
Love wiggles.
Love that coos.
Love giggles.

Love of play.
Love, explores.
Love of toys.
Love, all fours.

Love, their dolls.
Love, car toys.
Love, our girls.
Love, our boys.


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Love we fake.
Love we lie.
Love we sell.
Love we buy.

Love we use.
Love we waste.
Love we wound.
Love we base.

Love you faced.
Love you fought.
Love you failed.
Love you, not. 

Love you held.
Love you veiled.
Love you walled.
Love you jailed.

Love you left.
Love you forced.
Love we took.
Love, divorced.

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I


Ache for love.
Bawl for love.
Pray for love.
All‒for love.

Love I feel.
Love I do
Love I be.
Love I you.

I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.

I asked love:
What am I
now to do? 
Whispered Love:

"Like your love.
Love your love.
Live your love.
Lavish love.

Once is love.
One is love.
Oath is love.
Old is love.

Visit love.
Vouch for love.
Voice your love.
Vote for love.

Every love.
Earthly love.
Earnest love.
Easy love.

Look for love.
Opt for love.
Value love.
End with love."

Love I love.
Love your love.
Love for love.
Love with love.


Love loves love.
Love loves love.

Love loves

Love.

Love loves

Love.




Love.  Love.  Love.


Love,





love

Short Poems #1-2

I live inside a box I've formed of sounds 
of letters—meaning-making music, bounds 
of human-living—written (voiced), to rhyme
and rhythm.

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Existence: Side effect of death, decay.
So many never birthed; but birthed, all die.
Thus life is fall from death; but death is whole.
Death is the soul; and life, entombed remains.