Sunday, 17 February 2013

Sin By Sin

living sin by sin
the worst shadows are those you feel
sweepng your brow when eyes are squeezed tight
brushing your diastolic dreams
when umbral curve eclipses your hold and
pries it from the highest wires all that bears
my worth in such slow regard recedes

while falling all evidence suggest Selena shaves
and the urge to empty my pockets is strong
though my arms are just along for the ride
too short by a half squared so let
the wind roll my tongue over broken teeth
and taste the direction of whistling skin
as Herman talks of German trucks
and pancakes murder cherries
I know the pretty girls lie west of The Wash
I could show you every hole

Saturday, 2 February 2013

Illicit (redux)

consoled within the remote comfort of those
doubtful girls and these older ones who,
having shed their curls, are happy to bare their whole
never mind their soul, I’m damn sure
this would be as close to a felony fuck
as you could ever know
and given my luck the house would
fall around my ears at the very first touch of that baiting floss

screw the metaphysical
THIS is from the gut Chuck

and even where I glimpse just a fierce reflection
of that seen fit to share
I could write of their flesh from my own delight
with a million spilled thwarted nouns
fresh for one night it’s only fair
to suggest