Monday, December 19, 2011

merciful release

I will fulfill the propoganda of your skin
a wordless manifesto.
mortal poetry spread by fire, the lines
drawn with the gasoline of my tongue.

lips advocate fanaticism,
single minded greed. A contagion
of fingers touching a viral desire

the terminal desperation
for the death found
in each other

Saturday, December 10, 2011

flown

I awake on my hands and knees
an empty god above me.
a stain marks my chest
where the bird was kept.
livid wings were too faint,
the weakness of iron oxidizing into futility.
a cold deepening to blue
slipping into another sky.