Tag: poetry

a conversation between two poets

with a special shout out to timothy gans….

there is a stoned iranian architect sending me texts by rimbaud and it’s almost time for me to stand behind a lunch counter with a tunisian who fought in many wars…later i will get drunk with a brazilian and trade conspiracy theories…i wonder how much plane tickets cost so i could come sit on your couch…

If we keep up like this, I’ll still want it long after the flower withers and the honey flow turns to vinegar, Darling… I don’t dazzle or mystify easily… its the gutter from which we both dare tempt the stars and dream… the filth of you is filth of me… and it aches…

i used to be the spider and you the fly. why did my web never catch you? i remember the first time i heard you play bass. i’m sorry i made out with your girlfriend in the bathroom that night. i keep your sentiments in my handbag with my pink moleskine notebook…the coffee is tearing up my stomach along with the feeling he is warming other hearts and other sheets…i’m the virgin whore wishing i was in babylon

As long as you know… its not the sex; its the consummation of being wrong in all the right ways… its beautiful because its ugly and it hurts. Its important only in that it begets itself… its liberating because it doesn’t matter… its the only innocent thing I have left to do.

i must respond to this in the only way i know how…i have to clean up dog vomit…

unhinged

the wink of an eye
unhinges me and
i think of bare arms
and the moment
he touched me
devil in his eyes
saint in mine
i’ll never have him
but i want him
if my name escapes
his lips
i turn a shade of
autumn

heads and tails

 

HEADS

 

sugar dew drop in your words (not unlike happy tears

running down my sunburned cheeks) to live? Not to live?        

that is not a question now nor will it ever be again

characteristically speaking, something about you

travels over my skin like grave dancers and an ocean wave

ecstasy over your curls (creating palpitations with every

touch and never floating far from my mind)

angels covet or want as, covet is sin,

your sun kissed smile and lights (maybe even stars)

brighten when you arrive

 

 

 

 

TAILS

 

transcendent behavior marked by soft words

could i fall so readily?  so out of time and out

of touch?   goddess on my knees   you or

maybe not you (maybe the illusion of you in

my world running faster than sounds) force against

me while the grass turns a shade of love in the

summertime as rain whispers your name in my ear

grasping sugar sunshine in the cool wet places

only you know, only i know we comprehend

illusions not found in the common eye

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