Daily Archives: February 1, 2009

Video Deposition

Hyena is as shadow stretched
speaking in his grinning way,
a million needle pointed teeth,
dripping reassuringly
‘til Rabbit’s frantic heart stops racing
fast as prey from predator.

Four grey stones pressed to her breast,
she holds them close, cradles them.
My God, she sighs through bunny lips
as sunrise creeps over the ridge,
“Thank you for Hyena’s keep.
The babies sleep as sound as Keats.”


The LiteraryMary Print Journal is a Beautiful Thing

Hand numbered, after shipping there are 31 left for purchase.  They are beautful.  I am in love with them.

If you ordered one already, enjoy!

If not, get yer ass in gear.

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Order here.  The journal, not the babies…


And Here I Am, Exactly the Same

Every poet reads the same. Inflection
as nicotine gum droning,
stretched too long, too far
to work
anymore.
I am wise, it says.
I am seasoned.
I can see the world
for what it really is.
I am an individual but have received
my invitation
to this private
party.

MY words
have
WORTH.

My words
have
worth?

My words
HAVE
worth.

There is the girl

with heavy boots
and an oversized
necklace of bone
and shell.

There is the girl

with a ring
of black
eyeliner
and a bun
of bleached
blonde
hair.

There is the girl

with perfectly buffed
(not painted)
finger nails.

There is the boy
with an Amish beard
of pubic hair.

There is the boy

in pajamas.

There is the boy

with dreadlocks
who stinks.