Jackson

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

cage finger through bars touch the rising nose        the blindness open a gate, reach in, contact        the softness lift, cradle, stroke        the softness        the blindness The desperation. Bars, barriers: streets and oceans, walls and wires, cars and satellites: desperation. Touch is not salvation. soft fur is not salvation but the eyes Read more

Like love, I need this sunlight. Like arms around me, I need this thunder and rain. I need this storm of noise like I need to breathe. Like anticipated lips, I kiss        these wet stones gleaming with a blue dawn,        these diamonds in the dirt,        these nightingales. Like eyes locked on mine, Read more