zinc words & images

  • April 23

    We picked up where we left convivientes and conspirators looking to chase the showering moonlight. you held my hand, lead the way to the dawning. I cannot forgive the path for not returning you. Life wicked off in my hand and midnight recesses recall your visage in reflection, shadowed memory. Floating above your twin bed…

  • April 21

    I love the urgent pressure between spine and stern that requires me to fold you into my body bring you closer smother and consume you bury you along my ribs and raise a monument to your existence in my belly. Balancing on a pebble leaving time and digging fingernails deep into decay and reliving the…

  • April 20

    Your skin spoke to me as a longitudinal study of music, theater, art, politics, strummed against my body and the beat of a fan overhead moving particles of the temperate flow. Cold dampened my toes and fingers until I could not retain my kindled words. The prickles of a ghost were partnered with your eyes…

  • April 19

    Along the fence you follow with ringed fingers. The softness is filled with wine and fruit, the kind that fills the sky a beautiful rose. Rather to stare straight in eyes without malice, than raise the rail’s edge to careful lust. I couldn’t tell what this was, barrier or bound. But, nourish me further love…

  • April 18

    The sound comes to me mimicking my mind the single celled spider calls to me wondering where i am i used to be on the mountain top looking down on you from up high in the blue it wasn’t until the night that i saw it wasn’t true you gave me a necklace that meant…

  • April 17

    I read this book from page to page. Fingertip to fingertip we measured ourselves against outpaced time and crushing spirit. The young wild one, awake with Andromeda, talking of dancing and what would be a boy and what would be a girl. The black eyeliner and rockabilly swinger Cuddled together under comfort reminders Ambient being,…

  • April 15

    Your hair illuminated and promising, moved me to believe anything possible. With hands pressed you pushed. Tumbling over, I saw myself tall. Time pours out of your head, but words form and wish for things and know the earth, feel the breeze. Smelling nothing, but your memories, it was pain and fire and burning in…

  • April 14

    Every song contains you and revives you Lazarus of my mind. Amber-veiled eyes closed suddenly from the light flashing off cars through your window. Closed, too, for the rosewood body. Blind and rocking in your mother’s lap. Every wrinkle folding and moving your face. Sad child of star and clover, following light without me. Between…

  • April 9

    Today my son recognized difference. My breath stopped and I saw years stretched out before me, Years filled with rights, wrongs, shades of gray. The future is not available and tells me nothing about who he will be. All I can do is struggle with the idea that he could be terrible or terribly kind…

  • April 7

    Perhaps existing as lone and broken binary code, Compressed and fragmented in some hard drive, in a box, in a closet. There was once so much to know on one single byte. Now an impermeable universe rests and breaks A part, like the contents of Ozti’s stomach or his mother’s history stored in a jawbone.…