Monday, October 26, 2009


When it entered the room
the window panes shook

It pounded into the room
in dancing plumes
and firework cracker teeth
singing madly

It poured into the room
soaking tea in a clay pot
changing its strength and color
like sunset soaked earth

It ripped into the room
with ambulance siren screams
clawing and tearing
breaking apart

It waltzed into the room
pausing after those three beats
kicking up its heels
spinning in tuxedoed orbits

It slid into the room
on swaying maiden honey hips
and slightly parted lips
with sweet languid longing
and tender satisfaction

It entered the room with pets
and gardens
and barbeque sauce
and automatic sprinkler systems
filling the room
with August aroma

It pulled its way into the room
lost inside itself
In needing out
desperately inseparably polarized

It seeped into the room
It spilled over the top
ran the down the sides
leaked through the cracks
and soaked through to the bottom

It tickled the room
digging in between each rib
with familiar fingers
and punch-lined anecdotes
with neck-kissed giggles
and knock-knock jokes

It exploded into the room
threatening to blow
the whole thing wide open
It ripped trees out of the ground
and sent chards across the sky
Tides flapped against shores
like violent flags

It stopped in the room
It emptied the walls
and scraped the floor and ceiling clean
It voided itself out
and canceled all reservations
until it was no more

It chewed its way into the room
It bit the skin
sucked all the seeds out
and swallowed the pulp
while the sweet nectar
trickled down its grinning chin

It walked into the room
sat down in a metal folding chair
opened a black case
and lifted the instrument
out of its purple velvet
It screwed together each part
covered the holes
licked its lips
and blew

It was forced into the room
drug in by one arm
With dug-in heels
it fought for the door
it resisted but weakened and crumpled
taken by its opponent

It dropped into the room
free-falling on its way down
gravity pulling at it
driving it faster and faster
towards inevitable impact

It lit the room
on wild fire
Flames rose
throwing up sparks
spitting and crackling
igniting the other and spreading

It crowded into the room
cleared its throat
and elbowed its way in
it shuffled through the multitude
smelling sweat and body heat
it huddled, surrounded

It entered the room
and the room centered it
spun it like clay on a wheel
The room gathered and connected it
wove it together and knotted it
joined and harmonized it
communicated with it
understood and adhered to it
And when it was altogether and whole
it was once and for all
the room

Friday, October 9, 2009


Do you remember when
you christened me?
You, with your dead Jesus
who wouldn’t let you live
Your knife blades
carved out my flesh
into a first-blooming flower
The petals
pink as salmon swimming upstream
to their delicious execution

You said you had been drug in
As for me, I was escorted
A tuxedoed chauffeur driving me
into a car accident
Awestruck by the joyride
I sucked in the scenery
the red sky licking my wounds
before they broke open at the scene

Do you remember how wet
was my baptism?
It drowned me
Your exquisite hands
pulled me below
and jerked my head back up by my hair
As I coughed and sputtered
you held me like a soul mate
and answered with a kiss
like communion on my tongue

In the morning
we held each berry
before sinking our teeth in
With stained lips
we savored them
knowing their whole lives
were about our purple mouths

We laughed
until all our teeth fell out
our tongues lost
without their white walls
fanged inner-city billboards
with graffiti-sprayed cries
of lost immigrants
in a foreign land that promised
milk and honey

Sugary opiates
that sweetly sucked
the bone marrow out
Do you remember how you opened me?
spreading me wide
like a mango ripped open
its nectar crying out over its skin
or like steel clamps pulling my chest apart
for open-heart surgery

Do you remember how you anointed me?
your lips
and my lips
and all that spilled out of them
the words and songs and saliva
painted a story all over our bodies
it had a plot but no context
it was a first novel
an immature infant
suckling the milk out
of breasts heavy
with the weight of woman

Woman with the foreign tongue
singing a lullaby
to a death squad
You would save me with my own sins
like Sunday lovers hiding in a confessional
hailing to what we knew was most divine
answered by just another crucifixion
Your long languid fingers
sliding through the holes in my hands

Do you remember how exalted
was our resurrection
after I gave birth to your death?
Like red plastic roses on a tombstone
you decorated my despair
Your trembling hands pulled
back the sheets of my sickbed
you reached through the middle part
and laid me back
burying your black head
in my between
and delivered me

Do you remember my unction?
With the laying on of your hands
you typed out our sentences
I swallowed your seeds
choking back the vomit
that their roots refused to release
Like a terminal patient
I gave myself to your cancer
I closed my eyes
as the winter snow quietly fell
and listened
for the oncoming deafening silence
At last you cleared your throat
and slowly fingered your new pages
Your lips finally parted
and as my heartbeat slowed
you read
my last rites