Sunday, October 25, 2009

that day (that day)

hush up the days which tend to boast
and you might remember the unfed ones
in comatose:
that day that day, when the bookmark wouldn’t stick;
that day (that day), the adjunct to the rest
that tick.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

curtain call

Will we still recognize each other
During the final curtain call?
Will your drapes last longer than mine
Amidst our flashbacks and all?

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

bluebeard

the numb release

from your reticulated embrace returns gradual
favour to my pallor,

introduces a bluebeard hangover
with parrots
on each side,

re-telling sceneries.

Monday, October 12, 2009

serpentskirt

an arrest in sudden
heat by light of a left voltaic-pounding
snatches life’s penultimate breath at the lip:
the smoke thread is pulled taut along this
snake’s belly, where the next is only caught on
a serpent’s skirt.