High Heeled Poise

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 03:37:13 GMT

a love poem xxxxvii

he was quite the svengali —
and she,
with her bored apathy,
quite the lover.

anyone might have presupposed the logic of their dégringdade —

but who could have guessed the fever lying in wait in that jungle,
so quasi-familial?

Wed, 01 Feb 2006 03:32:55 GMT

a love poem xxxxvii

nodding heads,
metal frames inside the tracks:
the dead out of their caskets
look fragile
sympa or.
sympathetic and que?
the dead in their caskets metal caskets
look so fine,
nodding heads.

even a brick wall aspires.

Fri, 23 Dec 2005 05:15:08 GMT

a love poem xxxxvi

you cost me something. holding onto ego and self onto self.

you come nearer, smoke spiraling
up to your hero, your image
climaxes right before i
blink.

you're peering, you ask, is your head in the oven? well.

i'm just looking at it.

Sun, 18 Dec 2005 15:51:04 GMT

her,

a
heron-like species, rare visitor,
most recent records referring to winter months & the tremendous
silence of mid-July; a
quick gasp
very active at dusk but shivering like you — she says
she's done if she drinks again —
how can you hurt her? yours is the same
story: the thoughtless lyric of a storm clouding the sky.

him,

spidery thin, agile, angular;
viewed at a distance, caught with a look
over the shoulder;
a turn of
the head.
lazy when unprovoked.
travels singularly one concrete step
at a time —
a narrow look down,
subsiding into a sharp left corner.
eyes shifting constantly
will she meet him?
two shots in back of the building —
he should know better.

Fri, 11 Nov 2005 02:50:16 GMT

a love poem xxxxv

capture the image in a line—

my letters could bring you
back:

cold air drenched in the smell of burnt mint—

i get inside your hell

and it makes you so nervous. what will i do

when you're in my house of mercy?

Thu, 20 Oct 2005 19:27:42 GMT

a love poem xxxxiv

driving down the boulevard
hot love looks fresh as
allthelightshangingonthecity
or a lady dressed in the frills of good manners—
and feeling plays easy from far away.

up on a ? w/him
wait 4 yr s—
if you want an original
piece of wrk.

so many stuck in their lives,
slumming
street
corners,
working on spec. i even turned down the tv and—
nothing.