snowfall pt 1

standing before
bay windows
half naked under the glow
of fish tank lights
and the constant din
of industrial horizons
half naked under the weight
of a new snowfall
in the hours before waking
steps are swollen and swallowed
like misused barbiturates
half naked under smirking stares
phantom children
trudge towards a school bound bus
not clean clear steps
the slur of resistance pronounced
half naked under the weight
tomorrow someone will start over

streets

neglected sullen hangs
like the third wheel
of third grade play
neglected sullen thought after
fine appendages dangling
into an ironically fiery hell
currents crash through
a naked neck
lifting sought after heat
and carrying into a mass of
tidal wave flakes
to dance among
small delicate birds
who if one were to categorize
they might say finches
and they’d be wrong
and delicate finicky birds play
follow the martyr
into the suicide winds
solace only
small abating eddies
occurring methodically
between eaglet and jarvis
or any other northern suburb
hung as if a testament
to all who oppose
handmade and finished
with gentle gliding needles
without the heat still
lifted from neck
to dance in suicide winds

flash

- inspired by the novel Invisible Monsters
“We are all products…”
its not about
between your legs
vaginoplasty
ride that hypodermic
railway to supple fleshy
premenstrality
looking through windows
the silly splashing waves
that rush against
rocks like phallic symbolism
like age-old pictures
silent scenes until
cut away dialogue
and the director screams
(give me) river estrogen
(give me) scenic silicon mountains
(give me) rhinoplasty
(give me) identity
the crew falls away
director waits for luncheon sandwiches
pose
its about spotlights
climbing clumsy ladders
distinct efforts
begging for (in)distinction
as twists to change dead filaments
twist skin and dollars
wrists and surgical steel
its about going under the knife
not the mutilating incision
its about love without sex
(give me) security
(give me) testicular abstractions
(give me) purposeful retaliation under guise of cosmeticism
(flash)

Impermanence

resounding off cylindric canyons like echo-location like running in circles circles form rings rings break vows break where is the myth of permanence perpetuated from deep chasms chasms of hope trust faith trust in faith in butterfly wings in one flap that can change worlds but not this this ring in a hollow tomb where calamity stands still in permanence runner will tire ring melts with strain fact will dominate myth and circles will mean nothing