When Lisa told me she had made love
Another, in the life of that phone booth
Tepeyac store , I thought the world
He had for me. A tall skinny guy and
With long hair and a long dick that did not wait
Over an appointment to penetrate to the bottom.
There is something serious , she said , but
The best way to get you out of my life.
Parmenides Garcia Saldana had long hair and had
Been the lover of Lisa , but some
Years later I learned that he had died in a psychiatric clinic
Or that he had committed suicide . Lisa and I did not want
Go to bed with losers. Sometimes I dream
With her and see her happy and cold in Mexico
Designed by Lovecraft. We listen to music
( Canned Heat , one of the preferred groups
Parmenides Garcia Saldana ) and then we
Love three times . The first came inside me
The second came in my mouth and the third , just a thread
Water , a short fishing line, between my breasts. And all
In two hours, said Lisa . The two worst hours of my life,
I said from the other side of the phone.
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fireproof monkey
elastic bound thoughts
contracted as would a boiled egg
overdone,
helios hepped on jazz
found the stroke of sidewalk
blocks of bars and strip joints,
mind breathing everything
eyes registering the glass windows
of long to come
tomorrows,
when her kiss come
buick grille jaws of hell,
elastic could not tighten
anymore flared with worms
and a solitary fly,
noise flushed red of wanton art,
could i be a titan
writhing on that couch
with string hearted blonde
ivory lonely care
without tending priests,
poor dumb altar
with genius of my soul
her and my footsteps
made us kings and queens
of the carnival
and slumberers of the
dreary city doorways
carcasses when broken
words pressed to my forehead
ready to explode,
winters long wait for suns awakening,
there is no lamb in a killers eyes,
transmit feeling with each moment
breathing
knowledge escaping,
the future is out of it’s cage
unsure unsteady,
dandelion clocks dispel
it is worlds end
lighthouse of the precipice ,
word pressure tighter,
saliva wet in the mouth
like kisses from a hungry dog,
broken waves are heard
noise visible on open window,
human that feeling and being
cannot be sold,
those words are hurting
urging through skin
cracking skull bone,
my brain resists
textured ripe as an open fruit
solid as that sweet nut of pleasure,
i will continue
and watch you go adrift
on the longest wave
beyond beacon light,
nine thoughts exposed
from heaven
intermittent pulses
a cruel birth as i watch in silence,
forgetting that the past had been
imprinted with us,
this place with meadow near
would fall into ruin
without us
multiple coincidences
unfathomable satin pillow of sky
over city my coeval,
traffic noise curtains billowed
as i lay in the comfort
with only my own breath
sounding out,
bedclothes scattered wadded
into masses on that blue carpet,
timing had been the measure,
this was my place
no motel with bleak neon,
i could consume my life
in whatever way i wanted
without intervention or lust on time,
a fly would hover
before i found yesterdays news
to roll and crush that fragile
gossamer winged creature,
she had not quite gone
her touch left indentations beyond
fingerprints visible on my skin
pressure points that excited
to that blazing exclusion of my mind
nebulous shimmer near
opaque evaporation,
my vision light and molecules
on the retina,
i was more absorbed by my feelings
that the sound that cut into my life
of tires losing grip
metal impacting on interstate collision
noise and destruction
someones life consigned to a slab,
i did not move
tingling fingers and toes
aware of sirens
the knocking of eager fists
pounded
then a torch shone
locating life in my eyes,
the road had claimed her
of that i was sure,
now my bed
within this city
my coeval,
we had lengthened shadows
together
now i lay still
bourbon flavored font’s
two glasses unwashed
sat upended fragile in their shine,
opened bourbon
a long mouthful held then swallowed
his bourbon her breakfast,
moving from one room to another
morning cool on skin
she wore only panties,
typewriter on oak
bold keys hold promise
again it was his
the cat shared moved onto lap
as sitting down,
chatter of keys as poetry flowed,
to him she was a disposable muse,
she did not care
being on all fours
fucked from behind
staring at cotton bed linen
her mind could think
without his face ,
all he needed was the mirror to pose,
weave of cotton held a story
as she thought of next poem
he too had release,
it was a kind of love,
they used each other in
different ways
Hair Yellower By Torchlight
.86 acre of land
a vine crawled house,
boathouse at the extreme
in this place
tongued by wavelets,
scented moss,
naked
upon moth devoured
blankets,
i saw her hair
was yellower by torchlight
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