Saturday, April 2, 2011


Adam’s apple
bachelor forever
masculine purity
ranch style
‘keep it as a souvenir’
thank you
a wig and a toupee
getting redder and twisted and wrinkled
so no more stuffed sheep, please
no more
no more
she looked taller
why was she wearing platform shoes
that particular day
raised by wolves
more wrinkled
and her erroneous tail
wrong number
where are you calling from
(jesse come home
there’s a hole in the bed)
big-truck-monster-men
unpredictable changes in temperature
darkness in a room
draped in rich textures
(I am leaving the lights on the stairs)
little something for you
no girl can say no to horse
(Magnificent Queen of Pony Land)
you’ve got something in your eye
hold still
let me help you
you don’t want that empty stare, don’t you
so many bouquets in cellophane wrap lying
against the fence
and not by the bedside table approximately knee level
just shells and horns
you have sticky fingers
wait for me downstairs
instead she walked a cross the lawn
I said by the buffet