Let’s look in the room: behind the door,
at the woman on her side lazy lazy
gazing across the room at
two women on a couch. (hear the tokens drop).
one black haired / one white haired
one smiling / one blind
video dying flicker fast
then slowly black white sounds
fade to white
While we sit under the tree (pregnant)
shooting its fruit
smashed at the wall
Thrown into the fire.
inside the metal cave
(where the meals are forgotten by the people lost)
life goes on as usual
a sequence on the couch
sets the course of the show for now:
a woman white haired / a woman black haired
long legs ripped stockings scuffed black boots
and crimson nerves pulse in between
lips lick electrodes then
drawing circles with their tongues
holding a female hand such comfort
beyond the smoke screen:
a fodder for comfort
smiles and caresses / the woman on her side
watches black things crawl along the baseboard of the wall
the pianist in the black
nightgown is playing.
look in the box behind the door
at the woman on her side lazy lazy gazing
ripping fruit: raw red
He has been published in Calliope Nerve, amphibi.us, Yes Poetry, Maintenant 4, Beatnik, Crash, Danse Macabre, Caper Literary Journal, and Clutching At Straws.
He is currently constructing his first collection of poems.