In Her Snake Skin

She slips around my room in her snake skin
Feathered by the shadows from the
     street light outside.  Suffering
in her love for romance and lust
Her red toes whispering through the freshly
     fallen snow of her clothes
Singing a Rolling Stones cover.  In
slow motion and smoke she spins above me
The red heart of a cigarette like the eye inside of her
Wild Horses humming on her wet lips
This paper doll who doesn’t think
     I can see her crying
Or hear the sadness in those words

This room frozen and dusted with
     the memories of our bodies
Tired of living
     and sliding like sand through our fingers
The smoke lifts and is thrown by the ceiling fan
     into the corners.  She shows me no
mercy
Her naked silhouette on the bookshelf
Her twisting spine
The sweat to
     come

These raptures in the hidden night
The suffering to
     come
When she decides to fall I
     will not be fast enough to catch her.

07.14.2013

Untitled Offshore Fight

Krunch and I wait in a constant state of subdued arousal,

the sun rises orange above an average horizon,

it burns the day and the wind is not enough to cool,

day burns down along the candle wick,

evening comes and the sun drowns in a red ocean,

Krunch and I remain,

He curses and stings me with his ventilation,

I listen and grunt, smile and kick back,

clouds gather and usher in an offshore storm,

we meet on the helicopter landing pad as

     rain melts our joy,

He swings a heavy fist at my temple and I beat him dead,

dead until he dies and I'm lying in his blood,

coughing in his diseased lungs,

the remarkable heart stopped,

Mandy alone for the rest of her smoker's life,

dust went down,

nothing gold can stay.

6.2007

This The Split

This the split

Ripped cheeks

Spit from the depths of her tongue dangled dead reckoning due south

Fell from that coarse falcon of homespun words

Cavity of curses

Leapt from her mouth

To his

Glistening teeth sweet breadth of lips wide

To smile

To dive headlong into her throat

Inhaling from that succulent bee’s wax maze inside her chest

Her very air

The lifespan effort of her years

Heaving her gift for him by the rise and fall of those tumultuous castles

Cast in pale flesh

Parapets of creamy stone waving that pennant the pinnacle
     of all of man’s good deeds

Her swollen nipples spoiled school children on holiday
Happy handholds
Rain shower sheets of revelry
Unsavory angles in daylight’s scolding gaze
Become Midnight’s pleasure when tiger stripes from the street light slip like
     satin across the broken trestles of her spine
Full moon birth and baptism and burial
Finger carnival
She bends jack-knife collision on the highway
Throws him through the veil windshield sheets
Broken glass on the pillows
Diamonds around her neck constricting like a high-dollar anaconda
Bystanders gather to tease his empty body
Voyeur boys peeking through the blinds
Pleasing sips from the salt tears that abandon ship to
     dive overboard from her chin
Dear Captain call them back
The night faucet left loose again
Bouncing waves of skin toss tears into the shadows
Tattoos twist under his meaty grip on her hips
Fading dollar bills knead into moist mattress below her white knuckle fists
The morning is still hours away
The boys at the window grow in wisdom
They grow in girth too
This the split
12.2012