1

Medusa wigs of basilisks

not staring

have not his statue made.



***



2

Dialed out Chinaski

on a rotary phone,

reached a line in limbo.



***



3

Picking wishbones off his plate

to be tossed into the trashbin

says,

"mocking art of facist sake

so the liberals can eat them

in striped suits, like creme brule."



***



4

Walking circles on the cobblestones

intruding on the cracks between

with a whittle and a tree twig

with a jacket and a frock

like a bridal trail of petals.



***



5

The pagans stole upon the foxhole

with their torches set afire

red with clinical precision

embers caught to pretend pray.



***



6

Instead of rationalizing,

the menu was set for the Last Meal.



***



7

I have some quiteabit to tell you.



***



8

Somewhere on the page,

a gynecological appointment waits

on the eve of last year's springtime.

And still, the baby hasn't come...

three months overdue.



***



9

Try as hard

as you might,

you're still gazing

at shoes

through a glory hole.



***



10

Underestimated

unappreciated

(goes) a lover's song

unsung.



***



11

Discarded garbage disposal spew

is clanking blades and

ending up chopped bits

that can't be tossed into a salad.



***



12

Tip the consierge

have him send a hooker,

Holden, have him dodge

your mom's phonecall.



***



13

She's dug a onegirl hole

forgetting, not wanting

calling, complaining of

no company--when it's

of me that she is tired.



***



14

I know they've been

out. I know they've

been making faces. I

catch their laughs

in her reflection.



***



15

All there is are

empty tables, ghosts

spoke muffles of

conversation, in

the early morning shoppe.



***



16

Subtle as a drizzle

the fish underneath

a gold coin on his belly

seaweed glimmers on his scales.



***



17

Eating tea cup saucers

cookie crumbs ceramic

snapping suspenders

at my passerby.



***



18

Iridescent

malnutrition

makes his bones

my toothpicks.

You, make you

my ashtray.

Stamp my ciggies

in your sockets.



***



19

Talk same circles

swim same sharks

need be nipping

at our heels.



***



20

There is a girl (me)

and she is aching from

her ankle

stabbed with his

misfired ninja star.



***



21

The night-sprites

come out between raindrops,

the lightning making

romance of it all. The cat

creeps by the chair.



***



22

We'll play the act of

making babies yet.

Let you tug on my tu-tu.

Let you watch me pirouette.



***



23

Someone dug out the strawberry

seeds in my belly

while I was whistling

a tune.



***



24

He's locked me in

a winter's chessmatch,

I wait to watch his move.

12/10/2006

Posted on 12/10/2006
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