Sky Crow Worm Ground
7-22-11
The sky was laden with
Thousands of fish crows
The caws lost in the cracks
This is how the stars can
Maintain a glimmer.
Skies sag heavy with bird beaks
Fat bellies ready to be opened
By knives, by dirty tooth,
Or by a branch of fell tree
And as the sky opens
The seams burst
Stitch by handmade pink stitch
Spilling robust apricot, pluot, plum
On brown worming ground.
Eat me, each apricot begs.
Eat me, little apricot mouths beg
With their water-paint smiles.
As they do,
Gun silver ready,
For each fat stomach
To be pitted and plucked.
And the ground may split in two
As ravenous vines may invade
Worm praying ground.
I can teach you a prayer, each worm repeats.
We can recite it together.
We will make do break and grow.
Toothen spoon
6-28-2011
I dare tell you a tails
You toothen spoon
You pretty magnet upside
Down syndrome circle.
I once had a bay bumblebee
Named her wishing well.
Dropped my money
Into her stomach pocket.
Cut that appendage off.
With scissors.
Monther May I
Half otter.
Fat breast mother
In the shower spilling whole milk.
Yo and yo-yo.
I am here to make you uncomfortable.
No sex pop radio.
No lipstick smudge on yer teaball.
I cradle the space
Arms outreached,
Old toothen spoon,
Where that wishing well once was.
These are tails where we put our dresses.
Honey and comb.
Sugar Cane
6-28-2011
Sugar cane leeched dry
With teeth brown awry smile
Thirsty, she says, headached.
My mouth becomes brown
From mirrors
And sugar cane, she says.
Water.
Once, I cut my.
Just to sea the hairs swept.
Just for sea hair
To wash ashore.
There are jerks who jerk
Around the corner
With brown smiles
But they offer sugar cane
And beetlenut.
They offer dreams
Of sunsoaked elephants
With io moth wings.
And jade tusking.
Call me Laila.
Call me Freddy.
Draw ugly bitterflies
On my chest
With a jagged spoon.
I broke a glass
To sweep the dust.
Hung on a line to dry
But the ground clouds
Were moist.
