Jackson

Imagine being his wife— with that voice singing for you, singing for the world, with that passion, breaking like desperate surf over the worn airwaves, singing about old lovers in candid metaphor. Imagine being his satellite of love with that black hair flying, those leatherclad thighs dancing onscreen. Imagine knowing all his weak places, his… Read more

princess woken, mouth blasted as she wanted, oxy- welded shut, lips melted together, hands smashed as she asked for, words torn out of her feel, princess Read more

I love them with a love        stored deep in my dreamvaults, with an ache kept fresh for them, transported across continents in huge trucks, unloaded. I lash them with a love unloaded. I love them with a crystal granite-solid,        slate-varied, diamond-surprising, water-precious; mined by monumental technology, created in multiple places, designed. I work… Read more

My poem Thank you was originally entitled “Prayer to Art”. What was I gonna say? Oh yeah, that how can I pray to Art? how can I feel that way when all around me things are crud. Mobile phones full of African blood and maybe guns in my diamond stud and hurt children becoming adults… Read more

Lines to caress me, undress me, bless me, lines to confess me, to make me. Wow, mouth. Lines to impress me, digress me, guess me, lines to distress me, to wake me. Show mouth! Lines to derail you, curtail you, nail you, lines to impale you, to break you. No, mouth! Electric and tronic. Arting.… Read more

Ancient screams are my lover’s lyrics. I want your milk. Sustain my spirit—but stay away awhile. Come back when you are cool enough to touch. Let the voices of your many dances overclock my ears, visions of your many rhythms blur my broken eyes. May you always be short on shame. Your name lies folded… Read more