spilt milk

the ring caught on fire and I didn't put it out.
the next door neighbor winked at me.
I stuck out my tongue at commitment.

two can play at this game.

Things that quake

Its not just teeth this time--
its your hand inside me, your body
on a cross on a hill far far away, its
the whore on the floor, the man wailing
at the Wall. This time
it is things I should have left
behind that still follow me
into the night. And the thing
I should have been carrying-- should
be gripping, should be drinking and
eating-- left in a hollow along the way.
Yes, when you spoke there was
night and there was day,
and I'm told that your hand and arm
and muscles rolled the stone away--
so, tell me how to lift my tongue
in such a way that may cause
you to fall for me.

a triune tribute

In the beginning was the word
and the womb- a tight fist punching
its way out of the heavens.

She lives as an upside-down
clock- in time with breath and
death. Each heave a sign of life.

In the upstairs room is a couch
filled with fluff and flies-- the threads
unwind and tear at the thought of weight.