victuals

 

 

 

I don't worry anymore when I meet strangers who start talking before we have been

introduced. Pryor to our words faking adamantine adornment, like huge clouds of clay

 

and then disappearing in the December chill,  then shakeing hands as if the

last stage of language was touching. And then the ululant grabbing at the sleeve

 

before the unknown boards the train.

Im'e not bothered by the luff of broken speak like those god-awful gulls , moaning over

Luke, the third gospel, far past the vigilance of a wind lacking conviction.(?)

 

I have returned from your grave with this talk, although others, not so lucky or deserving,

lay limp before the stela, honey-sweet with tears and the bones of heredity.

 

Just look at the roses I have fraught against your waxes, your skin pulled tight like a

much younger you; death makes you seem so foolishly real.

 

But who can I talk to if the dead flannel, cotton fabric of the lip, even those

surgically sewn, won't foreordain a time when flowers are useless to compare?

 

And what about sex? Our sex, even bad or ulcerated, I needed you at moondown.

If my balls are stuck together like the warm milk-duds in the seashore of the

 

seat cushion; when there is no more heating up like the clicking radiator. Who

becomes my friend now, in the rickety bedroom where every sound was not

 

your breathing, save the rice-paper kithara of the empty bed. Or the signature

smell of the television gases.

 

Far from the Magnavox ultra, I still see you waving from that shoal of freckled knees; Yeah,

 

I need someone

to talk too.

Reviews

[sienikeha]

alarmingly perfect. my god, you so have a unique and golden tongue. every poem a volume.

such fabulous lines:
"..Just look at the roses I have fraught against your waxes, your skin pulled tight like a much younger you; death makes you seem so foolishly real.."

"..I needed you at moondown. If my balls are stuck together like the warm milk-duds in the seashore of the seat cushion.."

"signature smell of the television gases" ...

[Emily B]

oh, those needs . . . i like how raw your words sometimes are

no pretending here

[caesarkreshen]

I admire your ability to open with a great line.

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

this may well be the most powerful poem I've ever read.
I owe you another review..one in response to something
that's given back to my chest the faculty of speech
this one has ultra-compacted me
I am going to drink now

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlander]

I mean this really messed me up, lol
in a good way, always in a good way..