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I called your house and it rang in the yard. Hello earthquake, you answered. Hello yourself, I said. I was careful not to say too much. What's up? I said. I'm putting the dust in touch with the earth, you replied so matter of fact I almost believed you. I could tell you were on your stomach laid flat in the grass. My heart bumped. Does this mean you're gardening? I asked already slipping into my shoes.

19.6.08

Wierd

General Itching

A man woke up on the wrong side of the world. No one spoke the same language, which didn’t stop anyone from speaking, but it was harder for him to buy his ticket for the train. He could take it to the end and find a quiet place to sit and read. He still had his books. And he bought a piece of fruit for the ride. Fruit could be had by pointing and it tasted sweet. All his friends had settled in their careers, which meant they were still elsewhere, and he was alone. It didn’t matter, he felt rested. He changed his money and left with a pouch over his shoulders. From the train window he could see the hills and he leaned back in his seat with one eye open.

Is Visceral Mud

Weather jogs our memory.
Passive heartbreaking letters
fictionalized in strings.
On our knees.
Another digging season
for the flowerbeds.

Favors Eventually Materialize

Drinking beer in artificial light.
Your strange voice softly flippant,
breaking. Eyes outward, bleak.
Enclose my hand in yours tighter.

Helping Hand Ad

A bum jacks off in a corner
telephone booth
comes in his hand
cursing.
Reasoning
cannot be counted on.
The woman around the public fountain
crossing the street
in a hurry
loosening her golden watch.
Sentimental
pigeons
grounded and
fearless.

Available Space

Sex
between her thighs,

everything else
at her fingertips.
And he calls late
like life is his
constant party,

she answers
even in her sleep.
Empty
mutterings.

ABC

Apple graveyard
on the countertop.

Flies visit.

I want to eat one,
but they're so rotten
and beautiful.

Bones and Other Things

I made a ship
out of your love,
but I couldn't sail.

I created a harp
with your lips,
but I couldn't play it.

Now I have a dog
based on your looks
and it just sits in my front room
and barks.
I hope it runs away.

Lobby Love Song

She moussed her hair in the shower
where the walls were peeling,
leaving little plucked clouds
around the drain.
I watched her bent over
like a sapling after the thunder.
The bathroom sink vanished,
the bed and the bedframe vanished,
the trail of clothes ran off.
Suddenly we were standing on the highest rock
over the sea as thick as concrete.
She looked light and glam,
like evening
for the next dazzling city
before she vanished.
Naked and hungry
and clouded by the sun
I grabbed my genitals
and carried myself
off.

Black-eyed Bird Calls

Put me into your love
nest,
I am a fighter.

Hand Job, II

I have fierce
and exotic
tastes.