Co-lapse

rosen fear waiting
cellular phone levitating the sun

light that surrounds
metal tables
grooves for drainage

the leaks in our skin

catalyst

plucked an E string
for a meaning
i cannot remember

forever

an exit wound flowering
the back of
mother theresa's head

spiral the vertebrae
and then sleep
until dead

Libations

rife with cleansing fingers
graze the trigger
learn about chloroform homogeneously

aroused in gearing
transcend to the dance floor
to kill that pauper
kill that violet inside

we spill exuberantly

plausible,
the air we breath
but not possible

just an entertained thought

we're mocking birds diving into beasts
infra dead you-boat rationality
caressing the floor

we'll come up for air

long after the venom has primed the

aorta

REMedy

wondering how quietly
i could vomit into the kitchen sink
it's three in the morning
fixed on mucha's spring 1900

as if some measure of stability
exists there

eyes tell lies to the brain
caresses to die
only the heart
could ever really know why

she faces a wall now
smiling from the night stand
for the soft plateau texture
the flat opaque coating

the ants trailing
to something expired on the floor

bellini's ah dolor! ah terror!
leaking from the little buds
nestled in my pocket

the ceiling growing
as tall and as empty as the sky

amused by the complete and utter absence

of life

Apple Tree

mind benders
apply the corona
with a butane flame
16oz. bottles
rolled up dollar bills
hypodermic deliverance

on the surface of the sun
smiles are halos

anxious malediction
fingers your mothers hot hole

control+c and send

a granny smith rolls only two feet

genes replicated control+v

pantomime carries anathema
if you fear god

press 4 to repeat
press 7 to delete
press on to deplete

kill your children in their sleep

sandra

her mouth was enigmatic
and unmoving
her lips would part only to take in air
or to clench her pencil between her teeth

pale skin, sandra
low torso, sandra
black shoulder-length hair, sandra

we were aware of each other

she believed the female body
was much like the ocean
with curious things in curious places
secrets under the sand or in the kelp or in the tide pools
waiting to be uncovered

low torso, sandra

we began writing each other
after school let out for the summer
sending letters through the post
she even sent a picture
a black & white photo
a close up
her head adjusted slightly to the right
gazing at something outside of her 6X4 world

black shoulder-length hair, sandra

she would write about
how she wanted to study celtic mythology
on some study abroad program
how her room was always a mess

i remember how she lost interest in me
repeating past conversations
responding out of courtesy
the letters stopped shortly after

pale skin, sandra

i remember mailing her a cryptogram i had made
with my feelings for her encrypted within

and it felt so wrong

black & white photograph, sandra
pushes the hair past her ear, sandra
shoe box full of daydreams, sandra

the thereafter realized lesbian,

sandra

Esperanza

caesalpinia pulcherrima
feels the wilt that occurs
is the welt that procures
cambric to divinity

unfinished one

stark blue lips
feathers thinning
eyes yellow like phlegm
drifting into eradication


that was me


my pretty poinciana in chino hills
begging to be seen
wanting to be shared

i had thoughts of esperanza there
for her red vest
form fitting and taut
over a white dress shirt
and our last minute glances forever

over my left shoulder

Messiah

handel

and enough winding ribbon to kill a twelve pack

it's the back road
up on the ridge lines
going in and out of the clouds

the rain pattering on my rooftop

no one around for miles

i'll blur the scenery
into streaks along the windows

speeding

drunk

handel singing of god
at forty five hundred feet

and i'm swerving in and out of the world

closer to god
than i'll ever be