If you have been transformed by the fire, you have been like many; yet there are more traps. There are women in linen skirts, filled with blossoms or parts of blossoms, in enlarging gardens. A man is only as young as the woman he feels. An owl, yellow as a ladder, is hinged to […]
Across the street a beautiful asian was burning. I took my sandals off. Seven times hotter the fire remembered babies. And canals of babies burning it back. I took off your sandals, and your sandals, too. Sometimes we waited for stone tablets. Most often we brewed what tea we could of the desert. Silicate, mica, […]
Winter convinced me I was impermeable. Today I’ve moved a lawn chair close enough to prop my legs on the fence and doze, light pressed like thumbs against my eyelids. I’d drink this sun with my veins if I were green and growing, with chloroplasts instead of follicles. When I blink away phantom spots, I […]
After Mississippi John Hurt Some nights, I need to feel like the Sheriff’s backstage And a too-tough niggah, who I owe more money than what’s In my pocket, is standing out front, and I know my ass Is too drunk or too slow to make the exit and keep my guitar. When I close my […]
rolled out of the hot machine the Scully Automated Lathe, covered in oil, rigged to the metal ends, dying of spin, metal on black, back to back thimble weights, diamond and rinsed to a new shine, lunge and pull into circles, […]
Children lift tiles from the bathroom. I employ them. I give one a machete. I give the other a borrowed life. Together we cut cane on the Asian-American mollusk. Of my fury, I make Cheeto-straight-A’s. Of my fury, I come like a joint popping into place. Of my fury, I give you […]
Dan said, My life is a nine with the hammer cocked, chuckled, told of standing on a browned lawn naked, three hundred pounds of pure Mick-Spic, shooting at a Chevelle, tire marks on concrete. Told how, inside, you heat a sharpened Bic and a guy carves DannyBoy or Norteaño on your neck. Prince talked […]
This part’s real: the kid sways near a curb (the club’s fuck-hard flash of neon lights keeps time inside) his top lip split mouth popped into hellglow blossom eyes swelled shut like peaches Small half-as-dark and twice as yapping drunk as you he swings forward and lands a clean right cross you confuse with a […]