Showing posts from October, 2009

Her Hula-hoop Is Her Hippy Heart

Her hula-hoop sombrero-ed like spirals of galaxy dust,
a hippy hue that held train-wreck breath for burgeoning slacks in the room, a
catalyst of reactions that made the universe wait for her stop. He
watched as if she didn't know his atoms had birthed the chemicals of sex.

And, just for that it was unbuttoned, the barefooted pride of
exposed skin - her
hips often rolled the clocks of time like that
two at a time, heedless
as the fermented wheat gems that bounced around the planets in her gut. It was
the bursts of orgone energy that ripped wormholes in her pants,
the ratcheting gears of dawn that lured a morning suck and fuck, her endearing
laugh that lead to tingly shotgun highs billowing there
in the night as a culmination of his and her' auras
spinning webs of light across the room:

They both held out for the belly of the keg to burst
For inebriation to drive them back to together
For bees to pollinate a sticky affection so they'd never leave

They hoped themselv…

I'll Always Find Her In My Travels

The levies opened, autumn's pale color,
jetting through the jugular thrusts of tires that were headed west,
the coddled chill of her-on-me,
hung out for all that mattered:
the fogged direction, the
sunburned legs of the universe getting tired,
the fissure of memories squashing a mellowed scrutiny
that gasped for us back then. It was the indefinite.
It was the cracked leaks of time, a widowed view
gulping on a suckered taste, measuring the spaces,
among the shifting hues of tawny clouds
that cried, it will always work out for the better.
My speed was slow; my shearing, steady.
I thought of her as Us,
a hot jonahed moment, cocking my dick like a line geese
quickly headed south. That's when I found her
in a windshield-ed parallax of deep breaths,
a magnificent Mississippi blues vibe being lindy hopped out as
I parked this travel vessel in the drive like a break on us.