Change

new city is beautiful,
but not mine
the waves
are not the rise and fall
of your sleeping chest

your small breasts
more beautiful than
the golden crest
fleur de lis
nothing to me

like the
the landscape
of your olive skin
fertile garden
I belong in

Here, I plant my seeds
singing, "temporary!"
planting to
prove to you
my love.

Sorry

Sorry
for the stains on the ceiling
and the carpet

Sorry
for the bottles
and cans
in the kitchen

Sorry
for the scars
on my belly
and your wrist

Sorry
for the smashed bug
on the wall

Sorry
for the cigarette butts
in the slanted fence

Sorry
for being drunk
all of the time

Sorry
for thinking I love you more
when I love you faulty.

Pam

Pam, you are a splitting image
of Linda,
but you think you look
just like God

Small Pleasures

You, boy lover,
take me here,
in the parking lot,
in the rain puddle,
in front of the yellow windows
Between cars,
we are
naked
part girls
part boys
caught by the camp counselor
she,
part girl,
part boy

parent child

we both put on
our baby faces
fat cheeked frowns

why don't you call?
no, why don't you call?

Advertisement Jelly

fat jelly
skin jelly
sin jelly

who's gonna win jelly

leg jelly
meat jelly
me jelly

glued to the tv jelly

need jelly
eat jelly
feed jelly

commercials selling me jelly

In the Funk

Breathing has become
such a heavy chore
the weight of working
is not justified anymore

light blue smell of you
now an allergic reaction to
the fighting
pains



I wish it could be the same
as that one day, last November
we were happy
and we held on
to the bedsheets
memories

Kiss me on the cheek
as you leave
while I'm sleeping dreaming
of fires and books
dreams of you
telling me
tomorrow will be
better

Silvye, please come home
I'm feeling especially alone
I need you
to remind me
of what we
can be
have been
and tell me
what we
have become

mariachi

i'm breakin' you apart
my little mexican harp
left the whole mariachi band
in the damned bus station

got the blues now
backpacked blue bag
bottles of beer

gonna drink myself
sing myself
sink
right on out of here

Apology

When i said Hallelujah
i was happy,
did not mean harm,
he is beautiful
a blue eyed
universe

That's life.

I've been writing poetry
every day

"I'm tired
tired"
tired"

"I knew a mormon once,
she was a good girl,
a nice girl"

Now I read the news.

I can't stop thinking
that when I come back
I'll be a blade of grass.