Fevered

There's a ball of naked need
model mask and stilettos
waiting for you in Philadelphia.
Come home,
I have a voice
to whisper to you on early mornings.
Open mouth, make you stickier than summer
I've grown new skin
to press to yours late at night.
I want to slice my wrists on your cheekbones
bleed laughter on your new scars
I have house keys to share with you
And I will pierce your navel
with my tongue.

Perpetual Motion and Static Cling

We’re so grown, we don’t break.
Maintain gorgeous not exactly lies, I’ve got
new men in my thighs, you’ve got
new work in your life.
Not exactly unhappy,
there’s so much good in life,
but cigarette pause and
I miss you, miss you.
I miss you often, not always.
Do you notice
when I don’t speak
to you?
I didn’t think so, but I often think wrong.

Sibilant city skies scream suicide
and I’m laughing,
romantic atrocities spill from her pretty mouth
I want to kiss her till we’ve both died.
Crashing burnt babies,
spray love, lust and perfect cheekbones
all over the damn highway.
I love her,
I love her,
I love her,
I am utterly abandoned, completely unreliable
to anyone else.
Following her to the ends of the earth,
I forget myself,
I am my Self.

If you came back, what would I do
with you, with your sad sense of replacement?
There is more to
even my
life than sex, mister.
If you knew me enough to know that,
would you have known that love trumps typecasting?
Seen differently?

Dancing ladies want someone to love them,
even when the shadow’s wiped from cracking eyelids,
the music’s stopped,
colored hot lights yield to cold dawn slapping tired fishnets.
The more people see of you,
the less human you’re seen.
She loves me under fluorescent grocery bars,
she loves me in broad daylight,
she loves me by starlight and sunset and
when we creep out of town at dawn
her eyes shine brighter than headlights.
She is gorgeous without glitter,
passed out and pale in muted afternoon tones,
I love her.

We are consumables consuming,
why were you so afraid of being eaten alive?
There is no thrill like the thrill of slipping
down her throat.
You gave her your cock,
threw your head back on the trial run.
My heart’s in her teeth.
There is more to (even my) life than sex.

Greater Than The Sum

I miss your morning bedhead
floor piled extensions
I want to take you to the movies
make out, annoy the single father behind us
ex D and D'er, glasses too small for his fleshy head
when he bitches and moans I want to say
Hey man
we paid our money to be here, same as everyone else
and if we want to ignore this film
well
that's our prerogative.
I want to tie you up, blind fold you
I want to take you to bed
I want you to come home
Sideways shouting Filthadelphia
we have pillow forts to build
afternoon naps to take
I want to make you breakfast
eat in bed
I want to do everything
but not the sad things
and I want to do them all for many years
I want arson art and alcohol
I want you.

graffiti heart

Photographic burlesque artist
muscle, bone stripped to two dimensions
viscerally screaming for three
He goes largely unseen
believing visionaries impossible
unregistering painted signal

outsize eyed undermuscled muse
artistic rescue operation
Eye scream aquamarine
soul kiss eye contact
heart pounding asylum-eyelid
recording for preservation