I hate words like
the Clinton library
They make me want to shower forever.
I’m sick of people addressing
That bit of apple
Instead of me.
It is not
Can’t make speeches.
If life were fair
It would be illegal.
I don’t care if you think it’s important.
And I wear the pants.
I hate words like
And prove something to someone.
Sweat fifty times
And forget whose Judas you are.
Sweat a thousand times
And feel the pleasure of an addict.
Sweat twice more
And feel your body rip itself apart.
I engage in recreational empathy.
I have learned to sweat through
The exit wounds of inner beauty.
Thursday grinds against me
With cigarette breath.
Rasping my hip bones.
If she and her two lipsticked cousins
Left me alone for a while,
I would know what I wanted to do.
I am a pesticide.
I didn’t need you to like me
But you needed me.
There was no sugar in my cake.
We went together
Like puberty and the Anarchist cookbook.
But I hardly ever
Read under the covers any more.
Folks that have seen my book know I have a thing for photographing coffee mugs. I have taken a few photos for the sequel, but I don’t know when or if I’ll have enough stuff to make a sequel. So what the heck, I’ll show them off here from time to time. I had a great time taking these with my friend and model Skinenbonz yesterday.
The third time
I saw wild birds at arm’s reach
I think it was
A heterosexual cardinal couple
Done quick enough
Not to be rude or slimy.
But slow enough
To convey a sense of trust
That the world around them
Would not step on them.
When they saw me and left for their tree
I stared after them, believing
Surely something must be wrong.
Sex would be fine
If it came a la carte
And you got to skip
Playing dental hygienist with your tongue.
It reminds me of those
Parasitic ocean pillbugs
Who eat the tongues of fish
Then stay on
To do the job.
Joyful poem by my friend Suzanne Vogel.
The first coffee of the day
Is like a sunrise in my heart
A flock of birds flapping ‘cross
The skies in clapping art
Like dribble-drabble fingerpaints
By joyful children new to life
I smile at the reconnect
To this old memory slice
It’s like pitter-patter raindrops
On a warm new summer day
Excited to bring forth new life
As puddle-rainbows say…
As I bring up to my lips
The hot and burnt-sweet mug
I kiss a “hello” to the day
And bless this gentle legal drug
It fast brings contrast to the night
It quickly opens up the day
Like seeing a blossom unfold
In fast-forward video play
Thank you, coffee farmers
In equatorial spots worldwide
Whether Monday, Humpday, Friday
Your beans help to make days bright
God do you think
You could do your own damn dirty work?
I do not like mercy killing your birds.
The Andromeda galaxy handed him
But he had enough grace to overcome.
God must be a young mother
Unable to suck in his bitter lower lip
While he slings blessings like fish sticks for dinner.
I want to help him, but my arms don’t reach far.
I sit in my high chair and pity him
Until the day
His children give birth to new intelligences
And ask him to babysit.
Books still available, for anyone who may have missed!