Lily
cut, savage and white
lilies died
shone a gaze
and my head hurts
cold throes in the alley
lovely spiritual brightness
glee
my heart rules
this passing fad
is nothing like god thought it would be…
- AMG
Faces
you I imagine it now
we are hearts
brigaded down from a vault
in the blue sky
my heart
is wild
and free like candy
however, you are luckier
my sister tells me you are
better
good get right
move along
tell doctors
and angioplasty
that’s the one
it’s a real show you put on
for me I thought
candy hearts
my freedom
it’s all for real
love you….bitchin’
blistered
my end days
slapped across the face
alien prophecies new
corrupt time warp
and symphony
nurtured
has-been
sent to glory
forever
constant stars
and brigades where they are
needed and pleaded
there again and before
we ran
and triumph has its place
shelves
placid and cool
religious make up and mass hysteria
over nothing
but a dress
my hand-me-down
black
subtle as the same
routine
she was great at it
my colleague
quick and pending
the right moustache
the wrong suit
he was a dream to go to
a dance with
honey, it’s sharp
and I love it
you are rolling
and it ruins
everything for free
slick and gutter
the end…of it
style
My heart
right
it skipped out
and ended
up encouraging
you to
beat
Jagger
squared
Angels and garbage
lay in the last bit
don’t fall, you queen
fall on me
Mister
blistered and slammed
crumbled and scrambled
no stuffing
pathos
and
wickedly alert
she grins
these are my schemes
and I play them by myself
don’t cry
when you are summoned
it’s only for us
to slow and tumble
against what may have been hard
so totally alone
Righteous
She was horrible
scary
content
I left my pins, buttons, jaguar necklace
all over the bed
contemplating leaving
but then I thought,
“Let’s forget it. She’s gone anyway”
Miranda
Cats
pillows made of violet
leeches making plans
behind a stack of books
Rain and milky vagrants off the coast of Maine
porsches spinning
my mom crying
I want to go home
Sacramento
belligerent junk in the hallway
climax, fall keep my stuff when I am gone…
house me
shelter
bunk on my left
arm broken
cramps
puzzles
Salvador Dali
shaman sings
and we are here
again, baby….
