Evil.

Hey, I know that, you've I know that I've asked who've you become? and what's-this about how low you can get, how you could disembowl me, well I won't believe it unitl the tip of the blade makes its entry if I feel that heat seep out of me [as I fall onto the floor!], well then, I won't believe it.

Heroine

Soon I'll fill a casket,
Carry me to my grave.
Asleep in cradle of earth
They can only say I was brave.

Sin titulo.

What slipped from my lover's lisp
was an enamored tongue,
furred and booted, stood regal
before me.

My lover brings to me
fingers wrapped in silk and gold,
which wrap which melt
around my shoulders

And drop me in the tide,
so that I might find the way home.

My lover is nothing of the forest
nothing but the full flame we ourselves
extinguish.

I got VD again

We'll say
that on this island there will be no more snacking,
no slap-fights that end in breathless fits,
no killing and no end to our pursuit of avoiding scurvy.

Our love
will pull coconuts from trees, breaking them gently at our feet,
will light the fire at sunset, and bring forth spices, booze,
fish filets and trays of plastic-wrapped meat for our dinner.

No life
will be as quiet as ours, and no tan will be as deep.

I have nothing new to add

You took care of it all: killed the goat, packed the dishes, shattered the windows, hid the dog, dragged my stained shirts across the ground, peed in the well, took the batteries out of the carbon monoxide monitor, burned the plane tickets, scratched the CDs, dropped the poetry books in the gutter, ripped up the magazines, overflowed the bathtub, threw out the bed, tossed the sheets, and left the cookies out to get stale.

This Gesture Brings

This shifting brings a great noise
This lifting of the head brings a broad shaft of light
This pause between breaths brings a water-bead
This shuffling of feathers brings with it a mess
This stooping back brings a crooked memory
This crumpled finger brings an ancient hope
This quiet burrowing brings a great noise

It Finally Happened

I was rushed to emergency in the back of an ambulance - we roared through Times Square and each pothole we hit only helped lull me into a quiet spell. That nice man was holding my hand and, faintly, I heard him whisper to the driver "...but there's so much blood." I smiled and tried to let the sounds of the police escort guide me someplace warmer. At long last, I thought, my tax dollars at work. Just for me.

Holiday

I sit on the lounge, the bourbon fast disappearing,
My heartbeat quickens, then dies; I tug hard on my earring.
The phone rings, and shatters the thoughts of this damsel.
He's called at long last, if only to cancel.