zinc words & images

  • Anguish

    I would sit at your hand, Zeus, and become hammered gold hugging your wrist. You should be mine. I watch you watch all the girls with an eon’s worth of power right below me. Deep sighs and thirsty bellows reach me through the vibrations of a beauty half made in your image.

  • Forgotten Voice

    This voice is quiet now. I have not put pen to paper. Nor have I heard you, beautiful muse. Come to me! Grant me your omniscience and the confidence of strident satyrs, who are not afraid of foolishness- they bear it in all around them. I seek you outside my car window, near my tools,…

  • Who You Are

    I’ve got the ambition of my friends written all over my hands, under my arms, at the soles of my feet. Those words tho- invented, aligned, melodious, never unkind. I wonder did we pass at some point when time was not binary and a dime could call you home. At the movies were you in…

  • In Bocca al Lupo

    How can you say we are not the arched backs of our past? I carry weight with my emptied heart spilled all over the pavement. I am the tamped earth, green and rich, just like you. Where the moss lays is wrongly read, eaten by time, not ambition. All in the past, die cut for…

  • This Means Nothing

    Metal ringed ivory Simultaneous to me Raising hearts is free Its fortress rings I hear the reverberations No, of course not I see you, Sun, and raise you two Mandala, you know And if you hate me dear… The pornography of abundance Every award is a falsity But as the clock turns Sunsetted notions of…

  • The Little Things

    We have moments of vanity I’ll repeat in perpetuity with serious refractions I arrange suitably. On beaches and crow’s wings we sing: out of time out of range out of my head. This song i sing blows by as memory, alone on an hourglass watching leafed pages expose themselves to a towline hurricane in successive…

  • Traveler

    The Starry Sky and no-man rest beneath an awning sign. The Milky Way high above and waiting for the tide. Uncover if you will all the structures staired and risen. Leave the air a gaseous object ablaze for those who listen. Crickets stir and play me off toward the turn-down twilight. It’s what I know…

  • Grand Idleness

    The small of her jeans Was something only he noticed The pocket for a quarter Or another small implement of love Her name, typically American Without irony But it was the smell of laurel That made her different 20 patch acid eyes And the thick hair of genetic wonder He composes a letter to her…

  • Means

    are you reminded that you will die soon is it too much to bear that someone young doesn’t need living irrelevance never cracking a spine and watching deep voiced narrators does not qualify opinion or respect those gathered roses died long ago, when muscles could flex and confidence appeared across any vision to you now…

  • What words

    Bespoke sky Dawning leaves Fragrant hue My deeply fickle love Your words are not the honey Of a ballad Emptied thrush of pain You left me wanting Hyperbolic reassurance Not the tuneless voice I hear Coming through the door Silenced with the night Urgent in the morning Fearing dewey light