Old House Made Of River Stone

  
Because I was afraid to sleep alone
I turned to her.
I turned to her boobs.
I turned to her food.
I turned to singing folk songs too.
In that old house
made of river stone
in that old neighborhood in
Fort Worth.
I turned to my cats too
when they’d go clickety clack on
the hardwood floors in the night
my heart would call out
and I could tell the click and the clack
of my polydactyl girl cat from
the pit and the patter of my little blue
boy cat
there
in that old house
made of river stone.
I could call out in the southern
darkness
and they would answer me
and come lay by my side through
the night
until the morning sun turned the air
into that phosphorescent tone
of orange and white.

Cream, Sweat, Deodorant Infinity

Cream-Sweat-Deodorant-Infinity

Oh, the scent of her fall
cream, sweat, and deodorant
by the dark bedroom shadows
or morning living room sunlight
by the calls of our heavens
our ancestors
were lovers and deviants
breasts carved for spaceships
eclipses of planets
asses and shape shifts from
the young to the old
her crow’s feet aside her eyes
by porn star eyeliner
by the vestibule of my biological
carrying
I want her like the sunrise
everyday
for worship
for religion
until I die
or one of the middle age actresses
on “Designing Women”
these impressions are permanent
neural tissues or the Fountain
of Youth

Taking The Cake

cake

Remember all those times the girls went
go go go
Remember the Ford Mustangs,
Chevy Blazers and Ford Escorts
The girls went
The girls went
Where did the girls go
Fast food by the mall
To the secret panty store
Parties before midnight
in the working class neighborhoods
far away from the golf course
They never went to the Basketball games
cuz of
all the black kids
Friday nights in Fall were more their thing
Then that summer the football player
killed his father
The girls didn’t know where to go to
send their condolences
To
take the cake

Ultraviolet Loves

ultraviolet lovesI want to be loved
by the trees
not for you
not for me
but
for others

The silence in
our cells
biological thingies
makes us
look towards blue skies
and membrane covered eyes
when a sunrise
is breakin
cross a grass that
sings the west

Oh to be known
in a home
not made of
stone
but
made of flesh
carrying
our breath
to
the end

Won’t you hold me
in your bed
when the sunrise
breaks
and birds come
for songs
tend to humans
disappointed
where they sleep
passing photons
and phasers
of ultraviolet light