Another vein-y forearm breakfast,
tied up in expectations and expatriation dates,
no more egg toast mornings in the sun shine,
or couches in the solarium,
just exile to boxes in boxes,
and trim exes under the moon light.

An edifice to his folly,
a folly for his own edifice?
—–
legislated folly,
lock step and long nights in bed,
hair, pillow, and top sheet.

—–
One Thousand hours of fingers spent typing off into space.
One hundred years spent tearing these callouses.
Ten nights of pacing and staring into the light.
One Afternoon of heart racing pancakes.
It is always a good time for making no sense.
—–
September 15th, Back in Anchorage, Mebe. Mark the date, Mebe.
—–
Short days being cut down to size, 5 minutes here and there.
He (I) is hopeful and afraid of moving back home, into retero-adulthood,
the childhood of new homes, fresh faces and women.

Jewish Supreme Court Nominees
Nominee looks like it has too many vowels.

The Descent

Nomi-nons?
Meh-nomin-nah?

or Monday too.

Staring at the ceiling,
thinking of the whip <the whip and it’s mate>
he remembers eye-bolts and tears,
the lies of laughter,
brown, green, blue, hazel eyed lovelies,
pretty pretties preening in the light,

filtered through a quilted comforter,
nights of roses and prosciutto,
running together like wine spots on table cloth,

spotted, freckled, sun burned, bruised, bitten, chafed and raw
after hours and hours of hours and hours,
spent, twisted and tangled, staring at the ceiling.

for good behavior.

A long day of volunteer work, domestic bliss and uncertainty.
Kiss Kiss.
—–

Spider, my Spider.
tip toe, eight to go, over?
Auburn Hair and eyes.

Small beds and parties,
milling about, remember?
an insult, a clean break

Wandering the Seattle Airport,
I remember candle lit dinners,
an allergic perfume,
and the mark of an indelicate lover.

Redemption

You must be like a predator, like a wolf, you must always move forward and never look back.
-Svetlana

There is no forgiveness.

We are what we have done, and no mater where you go, there you are.

There is no answer.

“When you’re on stage the pedal is your only friend”
-VB

or something like that, but in German.

Does he know, darkness
and leather. drip, drip in bed.
eater and eaten
—–
Now Transmogrified
he has become I, and I
have become him, again.
—–
Contrary Spirit
Dispossessed and Disparate
remember that night?