a few older ones

*it's been a busy week of music and scrambling for cash, so in that spirit, i have scrambled not to write anything new, but just to post a few from months recently past. a dear friend read some of my stuff for me and inspired the confidence to go ahead and post these three. zonino.

REGRETS

I am so sorry for your loss

cross me again and I'll aim to get you fired

(no words, insert decisive sexual maneuver)

I need to be alone. In a crowd. Now.

I cannot say
these things to your
faces. Moment
won't come. Punch won't
land. I sink down.

I'M NEVER GOING TO SLEEP

orange sweater with floral embroidery
one-off design from a previous time
scream to a place far out beyond the gaseous
realm of coincidence and tainted luck
discounted salads, paradise, talk of lust
savages roused from a decade-long sleep
hair in a league of its own, in the cages
swinging weaponry, singing lazily
I want to pitch like a machine and sing to
a heated stick of butter on the dish
teach a man to act cause he has no hope of
grasping it by instinct at this late age
or come seduce the flower you look after
take charge and drive at high speeds, petals drop
to the floor, beneath your barstool, past the shore
around the corner in the dark we breathe
my dreams return even when sated and drunk
telling me to hunt, always hunt. "Go now."
relentless pursuit shaped only in words from
my lips, my keyboard, my instruments and
quietly in moments of shame half-hidden
indulgent and gluttonous every day
repeated echoes of jacob lyin' to
himself about lyin' to himself, all
of the practice is masturbation and all
of the masturbation: practice. "Go now."

BROTHEL STEPS

unearth my honesty
avenge my loneliness
burn my bridges for me
I would do it for you
tell me all about it
step into my office
another agency
would never have yielded
but I would do it for-
I would do it to you
don't tell me all about
how things are going
to be in a few weeks
just cut to the quick now
and spend your feelings here
tonight outside in the
pissing rain, wet bushes
cold sidewalk, brothel steps
repaired by the neighbor
on holidays he works
hammering, measuring
twice and cutting just once
but still the neighborhood
mocks his wonky staircase
rickety and new in
front of the alleged
whorehouse. lovely evening.