Angelica

aria licks her jowls
as i plead for continuity

and i never use vowels

be it tongue singe or lock jaw
or whatever

inaudible like me
nonetheless

a mona lisa poise
in black & white

and so youthful

starward angelica
thoughts i did have

she was
semen on a yearbook photo

The Colour Red

the color red,
the voice said,
may come in frills or lace

but needs only a tongue
and a recipient to taste

Kevorkian

human touches the sky

it's eyes no longer function
in this burned temple
a barren walled, condemned thing

not suitable for living

and body will separate from mind
mind separates from heart

volcanic ash from its mouth
and then dormancy

it's heart is a little cessna
tumbling down from the heavens

be there only a small amount of cyanide
it will always be
that it is cyanide enough

Twenty-Two

my addict needs
only the night air
a good sweater

and a bit of chopin

to repair damage
the liquor itself
does not inflict

Memory Poem

maybe i can't remember
because my memory is bad
freeway exits
birthdays
people whom i've met

where am i
but out of mind
and so unattached to detail
no reason to remember anything
it will all change in the morning

nothing worth attaching to
nothing worth remembering...

i try to understand myself.

Love Of A Dove

a smile 

for the half eaten dove laying 

glass-eyed and still

smile how 

remainders smile

under all 

the borrowed sky

i will never learn

i don't know how to morn
i don't know how to live

i believe in nothing

Abserve

there is no heaven
there is no hell

our ears pressed against living breathing songs in the wall
arched fifty-two explode
and all deuces or suicide kings

a woman bends
into a rainbow

cindy was there
in my dream
real enough to remember

there was neither heaven
nor hell

but styrofoam particles
like snowfall in the alley way

i do not need a doctor
i like suffering

bludgeon me
until i am beautiful again