Thursday, October 17, 2013

I am the poison

the poison that swallows you
the agony that springs from your thumbs
the maze of bodies inescapable
It's enough to make you drink yourself
your own fluids
pour a glass
take a deep breath in disgust
try not to wring your hands
or crack your knuckles
remember to be small
to hide inside yourself
watch for the rhino's horn
do not expect understanding
but maybe one day it will come
in waves
or even a sudden downpour
we may never know what the three hummingbirds
fought over
but one day
I will collect their
tiny feathers
and hold them in my hands

Tuesday, February 19, 2013


I am tired
of these things
beyond my control
so I will practice
until I have dead aim
with a rubber band
and folded piece of paper
so that I can
hit people
who talk loudly
on cellphones
on the bus
where no one
can escape them
I will take
this small victory
and put it
disproportionately high
on my list of achievements

Tuesday, February 12, 2013

The Moon

I cannot help but stare at the moon some nights
as if I had never seen it before
even though it is always floating in the sky
and riding my bike
when I smell manure
in the park
I cannot help but think
of the poop in my mouth


particularly in the early evening and late summer
sometimes july
can be heard singing late
into the night
to an empty window
or a wall
or a room
those soft