dreamt a return to the scene of the crime, fell in love with cancer & she carried me on, empty bars, painted face, i kept reading & she kept driving & dying & we were three, her in heels, collections of anything worth having in pairs & with nowhere to go we went to the attic & we went back & we whispered our own secrets & i missed her before we met ( Read more... )

crashing ( Read more... )

waiting for the cars to come just to have a real reason to run ( Read more... )

she goes running on sundays ( Read more... )

she never takes her lipstick off spotted just a cigarette away i have the sudden instinct to surrender - we've never been so gunshy, homesick, lovely. my bluest angel, drawing blind devotion, forcing belief from the faithless. this kind of love looming so large on my horizon like rita hayworth warns of gilda - mid-day she waits for the rush hour ( Read more... )

1/some days she feels so down she goes to county fairs to steal the consolation prizes. she kneels over the tar &plastic knots & drops goldfish on the ground, just to watch, these experiments with cruelty on small & smaller scales ( Read more... )

she wants to be treated like a lady, oh lady lay down. now check the weather underwater, underground. here it is: angels with war-torn wings campaigning for sainthood on the train downtown. in this thick fog of a dawn hung heavy with history, lady, lady lay down. the forecast calls for action, a cold north wind, a colder war, and she smells like ( Read more... )

loaded questions leave me catching silver bullets in my teeth, slipping postcards to alice in the space between the mirror & the frame. they say she doesn't live here anymore but i know she's just keeping radio silence, keeping a profile low as her chances. she's keeping her teeth clean & her wrists covered, she's placing bets on the next lunar ( Read more... )

all these languages learned and traded and treated like loose change - speak to me of police states and calling cards, the drone of the dial tone, the sea-side towns i'll never see. & so it begins, & so cyclical so speak to me & split it in two. split it between us once me once you. here's your nuclear winter, the illicit confidence of your mother ( Read more... )

i let the fire decide my fate. it's such an easy trick, chewing on matchsticks, using abusing & sitting here smoky-eyed staring at you. i know i remind you of your days in the junkyards, here with my heels spearing dreams in the gutter, inhaling the hopes around me & breathing out trash. decipher these prayers. shining like diamonds, sharp edges ( Read more... )