Relativity

There were four objects
that managed to escape
a black hole
on record.
I am one
of them.

Shovel Head

More plates on the bar.

Lick the metal grains from the creases in my palm.

Clap my hands.

Lick them again until the taste is 

entirely in my sinuses.  

Clap my hands.

Wipe the blood from the hoop of my nostril.

Mash the ball 440 feet.

Or was it 300 yards?  Drain it from 30.

Set the match to every word

taken to a grave.  Crush my father's skull

in my metal laced hands

in the second act of Blade Runner's

death above and blowing through

my lungs, my veins, my bones.

Or when he did not

get up,

mumbling about his teeth and drink,

the bar-back shaking his head,

"go the fuck home,"

I went to the park

and slept.  

Every word to the grave.

Every ball ever played.

Crush his skull until the shards get stuck

in the creases of my palm and 

chew the tang until it's in my sinuses and

push another pair of plates on the rack.

This I Believe 4

I believe in cigar boats.

I believe in cigarette trips.

I believe in cemeteries.

I still believe in rainbows.

I believe in vaginas and their scent.

I believe in having 6 pairs of the same sunglasses.

I believe in having spare keys.

I believe in a good pair of shoes.

I believe in tee shirts.

I believe in spray paint.

I believe in cocaine too.

I believe in blank paper.

I believe in audiobooks.

I believe whatever happens in a bathroom

was meant to happen.

I believe being talked down is alright.

I believe in mirrors.

I believe in a solid pair of jeans.

I believe in breasts.

I believe in condoms too.

I believe in eyeliner and leashes.

I believe in lightning.

I believe in bass.

I believe in bass.

I believe in teachers.

I believe in bass.

Smoker 46

Living through symbols
is a shabby way to go.

Reducing the enormous palette
to sixteen colors at best.

Except.  When it comes to love.
I will kiss you on the cheek.

Some things never change.
Some things should never change.

Love Song for Spring 2

I know that I don't know you very well,
but I ask you to stay for a spell.
Not to talk or to listen
or to enjoy a blisses
staring out the windows of your house.
Can I stare with you?
The cats are jumping and running.
Flowers leaning toward the sun beams.
Glasses sweating tear drops,
and the ashtrays growing gray fields.
Your husbands on his way home and
my boyfriend's on his way here.
His girlfriend said she's gotta work late,
and the chip dip is collecting flies.
Can I remember the apple
still sitting on my coffee table
while I glance at your toes poking out
of the lip of your skirt and take in
everything outside of near?
Two more sips from the wine glass.
Two more drags and anxiety passes
in to where Winter grows
miles from here.

Love Song for Spring

Video taping your bow tie tying.

Watching you smile and look away from the lens.

Secreted an orange into your back pack.

Watch you sleep and watch awake.

Has anyone ever told you

how charming you are when you do not breath?

Sexy pint.  Sexy crease in the continuum.

The trees will be blooming soon.

The fish will be kicking too.

Can I ask you.  Can I ask you.

Will you come with me?

"To where?  Outer space?"

Will you please come with me?