Lion tamer, what’s your aim? Lion tamer, is it all a game? Built for the sport of the circus-going sort Who house the sad clowns with their makeup painted right side round So at last they might surrender to the pleasure of the crowd? Get lost in that sound… Filthy beggar, pick yourself up offContinue reading “Lion Tamer”
Category Archives: poems
Hummingbird
Little hummingbird at the feeder, What’s your time? What’s your meter? How do you move so fast and so slow? How do you know the things you know? It seems I’m just a slave to beauty… Or at least lead by the nose by beauty… Tall lighthouse, spiral stairs inside your door I think I’veContinue reading “Hummingbird”
“Le Prof”
mon coeur qui travaille, il n’y a pas de soulagement. j’apprends le langue de toi, tous les jours, fidèlement tu ne comprends pas le profondeur de mon amour ne me quitte pas, prend-toi mon coeur! je suis romantique, romantique c’est vrais j’ai seulement ces mots, du miel, et du lait j’attends la douceur d’un amoureuxContinue reading ““Le Prof””
blue eyes
they say idle hands are the devil’s playground that idle mind, like fallow field, will Explode with nature’s chaos, leading to eternal ruin? how then, when I am still how is it then that my mind tiptoes back to your eyes Divinity-blue when allowed to wander? tide your truth to me, an ocean for meContinue reading “blue eyes”
Ode to Shamhat
Debussy twinkles through my ear Preserved like champagne like the epic of birds courting each other like sunlight sifting through virga descending soft and true and timeless upon whatever dares grow upon this shifting planet I haven’t read much poetry lately But have made efforts to listen to opera In my mind this is aContinue reading “Ode to Shamhat”
with any luck
with any luck, love will come dripping through your curtains like first light in autumn crisp and pure as an apple. love will seek out your thighs like a little dog looking for the perfect place to dream, will stick to your fingers like summer’s first s’more, will hand you a quarter for the neighborhoodContinue reading “with any luck”
monument
a good poem is like a good lover both stop you in your tracks make you rethink the motions of your mouth and the habits in your head. a good lover is like a good poem both make you tremble-soft romancing nerve endings in sacred places leaving footprints like kisses on a mountain trail. toContinue reading “monument”
fearless, today
the sun hangs lazy in the afternoon air and i am tending to a fresh tattoo. there is nowhere to be but lost in this ink, contemplating the folds of love and the rejection of relationship. a good friend is like a wild blackberry, and a best friend has thorns. i aspire to be softContinue reading “fearless, today”
