Yes, I Am not From Here

I'm inclined walking your streets
to say something that sounds bigger
than the phrases on the reclined beggars
paper board
and am distracted before I speak
because it's easy to assume eloquence
should be reserved for the landed
folks like you
and me brushed aside in your wake
on your way to make a deal or
appraise someones made stuff or maybe just
to catch a train thing
in some epic fifteen second triumph of
taking steps two by two and slipping
between sliding doors like a
greased shadow,
but it occurred to me, while wishing
this place was all hillocks and bluffs and
"fucking tourists" with nothing better to do,
that it's easy
to say the best foundations are made
with healthy sized bricks and
the best bricks come from hard baked
and thick stacked shit
and completely miss the fact
that what is built on that foundation is really
built on what went into the slurry before it became.
Folks like you

Smoker 12

There's something to Sinatra
on speakers small enough to hear
the plastic drum rattle
against the plastic grate of its housing,
something that lets the eyes see
the smallness of filmstrip
slipping left and right and
click click clicking back in focus,
and the nodding projectionist
and the theater box seats
and tipping ash into an ashtray
and watching the gray curls
obscure the light
through my afternoon windows
I've seen the movie before, and I notice,
for the first time in a long time,
that it wasn't scored for me,
that I just work here.

Deep Space Christmas

There are no holidays in space
because every day
you do not wake up to explosive decompression
is worth celebrating.

I've Never Seen the Sun Rise over the Sea of Japan

I've never seen the sun rise over the sea of Japan.

But, I have seen the sun rise 

through the panes of your bedroom window

and light your hair on fire

in the minutes before

you opened your brown eyes

and maybe I'm unambitious

or just poor,

but that has been enough

for me.

Tender Render Techno

Laying long and shaggy and easy like rug
beneath a naked belly and pressed
by the weight of a body against,
but with, your bare skinned back
and maybe it's hard to breath
and maybe it's hard to feel
anything besides desire
coming from the outside in,
like the three seconds between
leaving the shower and
feeling the steam heater
tongue the water droplets
around the dimples at the small of your back,
and in the press you are reduced
to a thing crushed cat like and vulvic
and the notes come pure and purring
like strings on a bass guitar
beneath fingertips close enough to
feel the pin pricks of vibrations
and just far enough to leave the notes
unmolested and only
if only
these headphones would hold me tighter.

Night's Cap

I want to be amazedly centered
and I feel like you help me do that.
Amazingly?
That's what I said.
No it isn't.
Yes it is.
Are you drunk?
          Are you?
                  No.

Mom Said No Candy In Bed

The brown shelled M&M
that vanished from your scopes
in the distracted second between
disc one and disc two
of your season three marathon
will come back to haunt you
on Sunday.