wilderness

the wilderness of
indifference 
an ice pick in my lung
keep outta the sun, boy
when you hunt
someone

i exhale piny rich smoke
onto the intangible
plane of morning light 
eluding the blinds

suddenly then dense
blue marble 
swirls before me
then mottled gray
then a ghost of slow white
as if the globe's motion was
at a sonic frequency 

i saw countless millennia
processed, purified
by distance and
infinity

patience is not the
purview of humanity
for we don't have time
to watch the minerals
do their long form dance

mercy offends mars,
passion and grace
we can only pour out
so long as blood 
will still spill
when our hearts open 
over the desert floor

black hole

you are a nail i
grow weary of
chewing
also
a point approaching
infinite
density
you will be named
and survive the race
that called you 
such a thing
and when they
are dust, cosmic
your vacuum it 
blows them all
somewhere into
your streaming hair
and the other hair
glistening
lashes, nipples, labia
ornamentation and
limbs, fragrance, 
folding time, 
light, the stuff
of viscera,
the stuff of life
into what it is,
what we are,
what are we 
but galactic 
pollen, souls
indeterminate fractions
existing nowhere
and two places in
the same instant
but keep dividing
apprentice,
without lies nothingness
something wicked
comes on the 
face of the math
revealing your sketched
dimensions in
these stellar clouds

neutered

marching across
the patio with 
fernet and a coke

she beams
rises
moves to greet
me

precious minutes left
i tell
her

she moves in
real and warm
we press 
together

i know the drink
will catch
up
before long
but in that embrace
the pressure swelling
my head
capitulates

my limbs should
feel like i was
just electrocuted
yet
i am absurdly
alive and 
ranting dramatic
overcome with
such a 
minor success

my romance is
childish
gorgeously 
naive

i'm in my teens
again
feeling too much
optimism
its bad for my skin
and worse
on the
heart

i read too much
into
these things

i tell
myself
not to get
attached
so fast

but this gamble 
of nature
neutered by 
reason and experience
is the only 
way i know

personal ad

degenerate romantic
drunk poet songsmith
seeking madonna
whore to infest
ingest and inquest

my eyes have been
called icebergs
but i think 
they meant
shitty blue marbles
catching the sun

i wear no jewelry
and bear no ink
my scars are faded
tracks and cigarette
burns from desperate
arguments past

lets meet up
and become carnivorous
felines of another
continent
we will smell
one another
paw at our pelts
and rip out throats
with our teeth

we can travel
imagined
without risk
without cost
within territories
prepared by
our paranoias 
and prophecies

we took pitchers

stilted recall
of your wasted ass
you flashed
your cunt at me
before swallowing
in the ladies' room

gerald tells me
its yr own ass 
in the world.
cover it.

i'm pretty positive
nothing is changed
from you to
this one.
nothing.