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,…

  • 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…

  • 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…

  • 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

  • A Song is Not a Song

    All the high notes you loved before are sharp, reverberating in what is left of your brain. This thing takes no advantage only waits to lose space and die, unmasterfully on the loose ground of your foremothers. But, who knows where the cell divides. Scientists know the rna, the chemistry, but the spark of death…

  • April 30

    The soft touch of breast And the red bell pepper have in common summer, when both are discovered. Do you remember your neighbor when you were 11 And she 13? You could barely stand to look at her. So bright, like standing between the vast expanse of ocean between Honolulu and San Diego and the…

  • April 28

    My opinions about the world are solid, but none of them reflect comprehensive reality. I never have had a conversation while watching a white-hat, beignet-slinger about the mastery of frying oil and what this spot looked like in 1620. I prefer a click on the vibrant light of false hope. Watching when love doesn’t manifest.…

  • April 26

    I’m pent up without words locked lip to lip calls and clicks crest my ears. I can hear for the first time. Like holding doors for tiny, intrepid octogenarians and visiting with ease, those names marked by a blue-capped pin. The memories enact your footsteps on the snake-like pattern laid across green summer grass. You…

  • April 25

    You left that note for me, a box of appreciations from you and 500 strangers visiting from each town with a logo’d baseball cap. Written was the relay of our first meeting. Demeanors are sometimes attractions invigorated by sudden recognition, all in the truncated five minutes afforded those with employee discounts. Depth doesn’t know alarms…