Saturday, May 30, 2009


you don't know SHIT
about my AURA

Friday, May 22, 2009

the sun loves to explode

the sun loves to explode
every day he wants
to supernova
and it is cosmic courtesy
that keeps us unscorched
because he likes us
but how long can we ask him
to stifle this yawn?

I hope when the sun explodes
I am fucking
someone very special
I hope I am writing crass poems
that no one wants to read
I hope that when I meet your mother
I have two black eyes
from fighting

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

for m on her b

I wrote you a love song
but I was too shy
to sing it to you

I drank a bottle of rum
and I can do
whatever I want to

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

here you are

here you are standing naked with me
in front of the mirror
telling me that we could get married and love each other forever
because we are so uniquely attracted to each other

here you are calling me an idiot
because I did not speak up when offered
my grandfather's watch

here you are drawing the scene of Creation
on your bedroom wall
filling in the wound
from which God stole Adam's rib
with your own blood

here we are stumbling into your house
on New Year's Eve
drunk and half frozen
immediately, you pulled off your pants
and set about finding me pizza

there we are in my ridiculous new chair
that you could have talked me out of buying
but you didn't
bless you
we are fucking
even though fucking
is agony for you
you want this for me
"Harder," you say

there you are in my bed
drunk and babbling to yourself
in French
I tell you
to please shut the fuck up
but you go right on babbling
thank goodness

Friday, May 8, 2009

soon you will contract the swine flu

soon you will contract the swine flu
and all the books you've read
will come pouring out your ass

Song for Orion

Please, Orion
never show us
your true face
the face of Apokalips
the face that you hide
behind the dazzle of devices
now, please do not mistake me:
your people will accept you
and embrace you
no matter what face you wear
people with big, stupid hearts
can do little else.
but your face is ugly, Orion
and lies are beautiful
I love to tell lies

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

personal ad

looking for someone who wants to:

listen to the Velvet Underground
while we recite poetry
and drink gallons of wine
and learn to smoke cigarettes
and draw sharpie lions on each others' limbs
and fire our laser guns at the enemy
while we race on motorbikes
and share a final kiss
as the earth gives way beneath us
and a luminous, exploding spacecraft
gives light to the victory in our eyes

no fatties, please

Friday, May 1, 2009


It was unrealistic for me to think
that I could push my heart into your mouth
and never get bit