First Nights

Passats tickle your neck
The bumps rise and fall
Beneath tidal breath
Watching shivers run down your spine
Your grip on my arm
Tightens as teeth
Puncture flesh
Disconsolate whimpers
What have you done?
Oh, what have you done?

Genesis

I watch Eve reading
Kama Sutra
Garden of Eden
While Adam munches apples
Hear them moaning, human-seeding
Building future
Apples half-eaten
Laying naked, skins sun-dappled

Constantinople

Where are my fingers?
To pluck out these eyes
Leave it trailing neurons in the palm
Who has the rage?
That burns out streetlights
And brings out creatures.

Bling

Pestilential crystals moving with convection
Stirring the pot, 'til sickness lives in my iris
Hair tickles, dances with your scent
Like a vampire, I'd follow you anywhere
Sharpening these teeth on diamond rings

Chinese Gordon

The drops like heavy opium
A great smack on the head
Your skin tastes of crushed flower and salt
My tongue can feel the tendons beneath
Like a braille line
Easily read with interest

Owen I

He dreams of bullets
Harvesting this youth
On green fields
Gone to quagmire.

Insect

Bounty paid
On all this ichor
Flitting wings
Heads under pin
Glass case
Dusty museum back room

Nerves

Heavy head
Pounding heart
What is the purpose of all this concern?
For things that always change
Life always in flux

Buddhist Palm

Passing beyond the clouds.
The man embraced the sun
Held it to his chest
While whispering old love songs.
Dove back to earth
Clothes flapping at nothing
Yards of useless feathers, all crashing to death