zinc words & images

  • Long Walk

    Regulate my temerity, but lust for the bastions, where roses and a deep sigh wait. Beekeeping myself against waxed rows and granular helpings of pine-scented lips. Retire this feeling beneath the decking boards and the sunlight relish, that lift my shoulders beyond where I knew they could be. Shanks and beatitude for the trees and…

  • To My Friend, On the Occasion of the New Year

    Keep trying. The end may be nigh, but you aren’t. Whether you disappear beneath the ground or into the sky- whether we return to our mother’s wombs on our weeping knees, or settle into salty oceans, you and I are fathoms we cannot depth. The inkblot, the zeroes and ones that trail our names are…

  • Cacophony of Pain

    We stump our toe in one place and remember the way it breaks, snapping bone made brittle. No open palm stops the compressed flesh from yellowing , no kisses or tender words remainder the pain. We repeat as if it was new and not the time after the time we lost count.

  • Yes

    Catastrophe abounds when you reach behind me to touch my hair and whisper, “Shush, it’s the night and I am here to save you from yourself.” I can only see beyond the castles and trees moving with respirative awareness and think, “You are the end of me.” Your wordless presents prevent my absolution from the…

  • 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…

  • 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…