pawnhouse
atypical
a screen,
an inexplicable force field,
and i leave the
definition
at that.
so it is for no
good
reason that we lay so close,
subtle touches,
as between oil and vinegar
in a still bottle thinly sprinkled with dust.
only to never have the pleasure of
looking forward to
the treat
of being shaken up.
we do not give ourselves to the
agitation.
we do not give in to our own
intentions.
rather,
we construct enigma,
obscure clarity,
beg for excuses,
and falter,
fail ourselves
and cheat destiny
forsaking a great future
for a present that will
never be.
this is love in its most wasted form,
want at its hungriest moment,
time at its slowest pace.
with you i share
this recognition
there is a pause,
we stare into each other
and you leave the situation at that...
exhilarating, anxiously sad,
and atypically constant.
15 jun 95
downstairs
dark on bright white
we've all grooved as they
danced around the
maypole.
so who is missing out?
we got into it as they
overanalyzed the recreational
value of
passion-induced 'art',
avoiding child-like flashbacks,
damn,
we ate bugs
and all they did was wonder
how sick we would get.
so who was missing out?
surely not i
who stands regrettably
straddling both sides, the we and they concurrently
spot on the sun
dark on bright white
8 sep 95
the endurance massacre II
fearful and fawning over another risen morning
falling as everything is enticed to do
before bulging and bending as the sun is in ending
prayers for rain answered in dew
wings grow beneath arms exhausted from flight
shrunken from tree limbs to twig
will outward from the belly the whole corpse is swelling
rounded and grotesque as a pig
pointed out, toughened 'til hide is embittered
often lured out of home to be hurt
by smiles and questions that spring indigestion
left to face ones own vomit in the dirt
silent and sorrowful, never matching up evenly
with all of the simple heart's favorite things
for caresses are abated, because it is socially dictated
to detest all swine with wings
31 oct 95