Not Yet Dead

they turned their backs on
your freshly dug grave but i
stayed with the crickets

burst pipe

her bilious grief
sparked a sweet effluvium
upon combustion

Committed

the grass was lush green
and he'd tend to it lovingly,
though it was plastic

Wretched Boy

timed his empty days
to the clicking of her shoes
coming down the hall.

All Good Things

frothy bubbles run
down the gutter, chasing
the impassive black hole.

Hidden Asylum

horrible window
the landscape of pigeon shit
warm yielding trash bags

trapped in skirts

perfect strangers wept
at the sight of her gleeful
banister wipe out

sunflower eyes

the little boy who
was conceived in west texas
is taller than i

You are a Sham

I want to send a
note on a string all the way
to the top of Fear.

Fairytale

There's something in your teeth
said the tortoise to the hare.
May I lick it out?

The Snip

For your malady
I stand by the garden tool.
Give me the nippers.

bridge to paradise

the only way is
littered with gleaming clam shells
how hungry are you?

Filling

Louder than sirens
and beating like cake mixers
as sweet as your mouth

Open wide

She trapped a naughty
boy between her sexy legs
and laughed in his face

doggie style

a hot bitch in heat
finds her way into the rock
hard predicament