You have left your hat but I do not trust it

You have left your hat, but I do not trust it. Maybe the sky should be stormier, its color the color of my hair. There is a door. There is a doorbell. You don't ring it. I could not lock the door against you but I have let you hold a key. Perhaps there could be shaking at the foundations. Perhaps some plaster could fall. The windows are stuck but I have not locked them. I pulled the shades down but they are broken and torn. I have cut the phone wires to your house now. I saw you push them back through the wall. I have turned to sleep but I hear you pounding. There is lightning. It was thunder. Read more [...]

Midge

Midge show me the one that leaps that spirals that plummets that rises remains is lost is gone Midge show me the one that leaps that spirals that plummets that rises remains is lost is gone Midge show me the one that leaps that spirals that plummets that rises remains is lost is gone Midge show me the one that leaps that spirals that plummets that rises remains is lost is gone Midge show me the one that leaps that Read more [...]

If I have a chance I’ll show you this one thing

to peel an orange in one continuous spiral one perfect careful stripe of orange with just a fingernail and thumb, lay the sweet fragrance onto hands and into the room, put the fruit one segment at a time into your mouth, then rewind the peel into a perfect globe, each edge remet and fit to its brother whole, hollow, yes, emptied, but perfect still Read more [...]

Handmade

Handmade Golden light on a square of overgrown grass and dandelions. I pull the shade. Yesterday in the damp night I shattered china on the porches on the walkways on the railings on the doorways on the thresholds Since I could not speak I wanted to bleed. Now that you have taken away the key I hate locks. Breaking and entering I have broken my own hands. (Handmade Golden light on a square of overgrown grass and dandelions. I pull the shade. Yesterday in Read more [...]

Brickhouse Blues

Brickhouse Blues See these men out shooting craps up against the brickhouse wall, these men all shooting craps up against that brickhouse wall, hear them dice click on the pavement, see them dollars fall. Here come this little man bouncing his basketball, along come a little man, bouncing a basketball, hair all done up in plaits, don't hear his Mama call. See him fanning out his hand, see eleven-twelve dollar bill, he be fanning out his hand, got eleven-twelve dollar bill, lays Read more [...]