BACK DOOR
Will summer resist fall?
Will I resist
The drama teacher?
His brutish caress
Sugarless candy.
Perhaps I will iodize
Clandestinely
Get violet
Unicellular.
Will returned
I will actuate.
‘Tis the season
To move
On
Pack books
Leave
Back door wide open.
Ah, freedom.
ESCAPE ARTIST
impaled
invisible fence
barbed wire yearning
scarlet winces
time a mere fever
wrath my ally,
my will, armour.
MANHUNT
Colonel defiantly bird limes,
Favours the icebox
Clothesline, sideburns.
Nobbles me at every party.
Blunderbuss, star philosopher
Flip flops across the sand
To opine. Flap, flirt.
Surf my turbulence.
Three armholes required
Overweening egghead
Lowers to my level
To parse. Probe, fix
My diabolical lump.
Easy to spot men. Easy
to track. Easy to lose.
INSOMNIA
She sips her black tar fizz
Remembering
Batik, macramé, totems,
A beaver upon a plinth.
As sturdy and useful
As a shorthorn bull
She prefers to reside
In her head and wonder,
Who will thwart the meteorites,
Who will save the future?
Rain pelts the window,
Mothra softly dying
To reach lamplight,
To deliver sleep.
Not for Catholics only.
HOW TO DODGE LIMBO
She is a fossil, suspended
In amber. On display.
Before Shot,
Example of what not to do
When you know not what to do.
Limp hill-headed escapist
Maiden in name only
Took his offer
Got his goatee but not intent
To trample. Renege.
Do not go there in your mind.
Lurking invites infestation.
Do not wait for the next move.
Do not descend into minutiae.
Do not kill time.
There is no glory in the coffin.
Do not hang on the line.
Do not wait for the perfect fit.
Do not wait.
Do not do nothing.
DISTRACTIONS
Dance around my keyboard.
Drive to your cottage.
Rash on my pup’s belly.
Mud on your mattress.
Latest turgid update.
Condom count.
Assemble blow.
Save your ex-girlfriend.
An ultimatum or else.
Sore peepee.
Fake boobs.
Flaming turd, doorstep.
Your problems are still prettier.
MONSTER LOST
Godzilla years
Vagabond phase
Rampage days
Punch & Judy Show
Nights. Wild west
Pastiche. Bang
Locals. Streamline fate.
No coastline suits
No dwelling
Can contain him.
Latent crush
She did not choose.
He fell into her
Living room
Woozy from flight
Parsimonious talker
Familiar, fragile, giant
Pocked with luck.
Collisions. Pain.
She did choose to look.
To see. To harbour.
SEEKER
She found him
Verbose, wondered
Why he was gargling,
Carving salt with his uvula.
Too much tongue?
She was the type
To fondle q tips
Groom his climax.
Swish. Swallow. Marvel.
The questioning type
Blessed or cursed
With a savant prone womb.
She found slums
More frightening than marsh,
Collarless dogs
And red grapes
Dozing, frozen in the sun.
Then she found me
Long after she’d quit
Seeking answers. Clarity. Peace.
When I write and think I feel like EveryWo-Man, that I am nothing more than bits of all and other people talking to myself. Them. Us. And today please bear in mind that which we desire can kill us before we reach the oasis.
MIRAGE
Strive to wake slowly
To answers, to morning
When I hear best
When I am best heard.
So, what’s my weather?
Clammy Kurt Cobain,
Decapitation dreams
Verdant commotion
Microchip dread.
Don’t shy away she said
Pretend you can’t see
What you see.
Here comes your tall order
Last Coke in the desert,
What you thought out loud
Sacrifice bunted,
Bent light rays for,
Made manifest, integral
Part of the landscape.
In dubious collusion
With your dawdling beau
Inspirational quotes
Make you puke,
The unsaid, uneasy.
There is no rain.
No water.
No lake.
. . . even when you’re not looking; especially when you’re not looking.
SCIENCE OF LIFE
Take umbrage.
Sour all I have.
I used to allow it.
Did not rock kismet
Delight in peals of spring.
I mired. Flickered,
Got the dirt on
A waif, wily, perverting
High school rituals
Claw hammering rivals
Blind to the nests
Cocoons, hives, shells
Snoozing in biology class
Oblivious to living organisms
Living in, on, through us.
All escaped our attention.
Now I name stars
Species, ripen salmon
Salvage withered pines
Old friends, repair things
Beyond repair
Sail toward a ship.