10/31/13

emerge from the rain
dripping, teeth chattering
in hoodies and coats
sweet costumes torn by fall gales
bags bulging with damp candy

10/30/13

these men and their hands
plucks and crashes, tender snares
sewn into folk songs
these men and their histories
the brilliant women they've kissed

10/29/13

a street lamp filtered
through rippled glass, half-cocked blinds
slats of yellowed light
midnight mission, shadowed leaves
thin ribbon of tap water



10/28/13

love-mad travelers
footsteps tracing a gold ring
around the isle
foggy moors dotted with sheep
cats perched on cobblestone streets

10/27/13

emerge from fog thick
as brick walls, iron steamships,
to the harbor cove;
the wary faces ashore
as we drag our thin corpses


10/26/13

ocean, still mirror
in the airless afternoon
our limp, dizzy sails
carve notches in the porthole
counting hours, days, life-times


10/25/13

a voyage of days
cast off with champagne clatter
and shower of suds
but hush, a queer darkness falls
macabre silence of the hold


10/24/13

blue-backed swallows tilt
their wings and nest on the backs
of my open palms
their bodies fold into sleep
and I join them, dreaming


10/23/13

wash the poison from
the curled coats of seeds, drain the
soapy waste water
heat blushes the grain brown
the germ raised like a whip-tail


10/22/13

the era of illness
bus rides broken by long peals
of coughing, raw gasps
the still air pulls with currents:
influenza, bronchitis


10/21/13

awake in moonlight
the dark miles of night stopped
for this passenger
the knife edge of consciousness
sleep thundering waves below



10/20/13

while we watch the game,
pass bags of chips, crack wise at
the glowing tv screen,
the day folds into darkness
the first cold nights of autumn


10/19/13

the room is spinning
with proclamations, sugar
strawberry incense
in a tight circle we pass
dice, toss matches, throw candy


10/18/13

some new tradition
mopey friday evenings to
turn pages in bed
feeling like a cypher, hollow
two eyeballs and no brain

10/17/13

the first niggling ache
like a loose tooth, mice nibbling
on your smallest toe
so quickly blooms malignant;
gangrenous limbs lopped to stumps



10/16/13

fronds of fennel wilt
next to a dozen white eggs
in their cardboard bed
jars of jellies and pickles
tinkle in the opened door



10/15/13

the rat-like whimper
of lungs, pumping with each flit
and fold of skin wings
world of darkness and echos
hear the ground under my feet


10/14/13

milk white skin, baroque
in a work shirt, porcelain
folded doll hands
the throw of your skin's perfume:
cream and sugar, wool and whey


10/13/13

bent tins of clams, pried
open and drained into pots
olives and parsley
he calls us from a cloud of steam
while draining pasta in the sink


10/12/13

ill-lit wind tunnel
black-top garage funneling sound
from the whirling blades
the roar of exhaust fans fills
every square inch, quakes each atom


10/11/13

step and collapse
draw myself up, step and fall
a downward arrow
traveling to the earth's core
doomed to tectonic smelter


10/10/13

two tired sailors,
we drift the living room rug
on the SS Couch
swigging gossip and trivia
like a flask passed between hands



10/9/13

your sweet civic heart
planting gardens between
crooked row houses
calling every neighborhood
by the name it gives itself


10/8/13

my messy kitchen
stacked skyhigh with chipped plates and
brown-ringed coffee mugs
cookie batter and fruit peels
nest between strewn tea towels


10/7/13

wings beat the glass globe
of the ceiling fan, splayed leg
stinkbug shadow
the cat stares, transfixed by
the prisoner's death rattle


10/6/13

ohio roadside
a bleak tree hung with vultures
mortician shadows
their gathered wings hunched ragged
paired gloves, pinned to a coatsleeve


10/5/13

the cacophony
of cheers and spilled gin gimlets
rattle the windows
below, we exchange small talk
grateful for empty foyers



10/4/13

gutters overflow
bearing dead leaves like steam ships
into the old cracked street
my heels click the cobblestones
wet black felt, two drowned moles



10/3/13

world of coiled rings
haloed planets circling
our tiny bowed heads,
microscopic corona
breathing blood between our cells


10/2/13

the morning rumble
black exhaust, the crushing weight
tires grinding the asphalt
to pebbles, to sand, to dust
blown in boiling tailpipe heat


10/1/13

lost in the static
broken signals, weakening
to dead doppler drop
mystery of space within,
where flesh parts invisibly