Of Queen's Claw Feet

Luke has left

devoured by bathwater

gone cold.

She remains

a feignwarmth

so gallant I

salivate a vein

in a leaf

nibbled by Earth’s Sol

in winter’s tight skin

bitten by scruff.

And I beg her to become

Ruskin’s Mythic Queen whose

hip I hold in hand to

till with my tongue and

pull the corners of

her lips all

pink and lovely
into my smile.

E's Cabin

Chump and churl am I

choking blood from the legs.

Locked knees, and all, y’know?

With the caps covered in

folded flesh

like a kid-licked bottom lip while

light-headed and hot.

I stand in the shower

hold M’sippi’s Mud

in one hand

memories of you

in the other.

Takin’ my sweet time.

Cicisbeo for palms to see

but a five-fingered picker

for the rest of ‘em

while porchin’ it

in the cold

rolled out in the mountains of

Idaho’s wolves and brotherhoods.

Smoke signals to the future

howled up from a “Haah!

Help-us-figure-it-out”

held in first to

hit the hardest.

Songs sent

to the outskirts callin’

home

the loose skin that

left us

alone.

I keep a’pluckin a knot of knuckled skills.

And we talk all about it

then we talk about it all.

Why

I know

I can

do this

because I’m not insane. Listen,

my friend, who knows

how to make me feel

accomplished. Like

I’m good at it:

Integration—how words

I love grind so disgusting

and sexy, coming together

and keeping in flow, full

of poetry.

Song and dance,

music from me

for you to move to

and feel

that I fit

a purpose. To continue

jiving with those

around me, my friend.

So watch me dance

teary-eyed

—can you feel me?

I’m with it

right now

and I’m turned around.

Are you?

Sing it with me!

I don’t care if it rhymes

or if it’s even

funny, silly, or stupid

or fun-o-sillystupid.

Come on. Let’s stomp

hard, hold the beat

and… breathe

.

 See, this

is how I know—

because I run out of

words and I think

you get what I mean.

And, well

.

Love Friction

You've got that side
and I can't take it.
And so we grind
together into a pile
of what we're made of
when I come to you.

Sacrificial Self

Shackled in
the shrill of this
chamber,

I twist and shout
until it hurts.
So bad,

I've got every excuse
to shock you and love
the way you electrify me.
So much,

I want to
thank you and
give it back.

So I will
rock and rattle
my revenge

into distortions
of you screaming
my name. I'll hear
grinding sounds. And--grinding words

to feel the static
of the struggle
of confrontation--

I'll find you

here,
top, bottom, left,
right, wrong, in that
or there.

I burn to

just turn you
into ash. So like me
you smolder and stink
for the sake of
righteousness.

Come Closer to Me

The peaces I am
missing
are the same
pieces you are
missing--

everyone, everything.

We do anything to feel
whole : again.

I feel how I once was. But

you believe it
would require a grand
manipulation to accomplish
again.

I'm different.

I believe it
requires nothing. But
love.