Jackson

He has a way about him. He is a hand-drill, quiet and direct. He is a coiled spring and he knows exactly how many coils he has. He is discrete. Quantified. Minimal. Precise. He smiles, precisely, at the right time. He is never verbose. Sometimes, I suppose, he must get wet, sloppy, amoebic. Sometimes, I… Read more

You were here and they didn’t tell me! You were right next door and I never knocked! The Eagle landed, and I was out to lunch! They didn’t know I cared, they say. They didn’t care themselves! They didn’t notice the flurry of dust, the hot surreal light. I missed you, baby. I missed myself. Read more

feed the fat bird feed the fat bird feed the fatten the feed the fat bird fatten the feed the fatten the fat bird if you feed the fat bird you’ll fatten the fat bird and if you fatten the fat bird you’ll ground it. I’m the fat bird. The fat bird still flies sometimes.… Read more

This month’s blood delays? or kills? an unborn child. I would have you suckle. Breasts milkless, minimal. Small nipples. Friend says I’ll be a D-cup For a baby. I wonder. Are letters assigned To pregnant bellies, too? Fragile new being, small mouth on my naked skin, when I get you I’ll write you a better… Read more

The flame, plume of tortured wood-gas, whips his frenzy against the air Coming and going, like never, like always, always in transit, never the same No two fires are alike. I had to work to make this one burn. The wood was too large, too damp, too chilled. I piled on twigs and blew like… Read more

Something (advances) Howl of a child timbre of a singer voiceprint of a lover catcall of an enemy hasp of a lover Tick of a biorhythm catcall of a memory resonant frequency of entrapment silent hum of fate. Slur of a drunk footsteps of a guitar creak of a tightrope twang of an enemy breathing… Read more