Crockpot

Oh Moon, my Moon,
tripping the sky,
slash me with thy wicked tongue—
teach me, make me fly!

Oh Moon, my Moon,
with thy burnished glow,
mock the sun (its awakening, slow)
then laugh th…

With my ear pressed against
the cool wall of death,
a hugging calm
settles over my body.
You all stand around
looking
full of fear.
One steps forward
with a quiet no,
bug eyes.
At the…

a junk pile
of old
rusted leaves
t U m b l e s
through the alley
like dead skins
on
fire

Big mouth never closes,
gulping air to chew the words-
hole in my face gapes open,
a nest of chattering birds.
Spittle runs bubbly
down rivers wide and deep-
glazy eyes hide
secrets I …

For when I die,
my corpse cold and blue,
I have a favor
to ask of you.
If there’s no need in this world
for the thing you call my heart,
cut me open wide
and take out that part.
Make a …

All the elements have,
at some time, been my lover—
I, whore to earthly things,
I love all that suffer…

all but the sun, too bright.
The sun, too in-your-face,
I like darkness, subtl…

Long, slim bones
scratch tracks down my
bare, powder-white back.

Strange, hollow knuckles crack
for want of blood
and make popping sounds
like distant fireworks.

My lilting eyelids t…

Passing the cup
from one to the next,
each convulsing hand
touches my blood to his lips.

On down the line,
to each starving soul,
the cup travels
as its supply grows thin.

From my p…

Let me be the arcane angel
atop the tree outside your room—
hang me high from its branches
so that I darkly dangle
in the face of the bone colored moon.
Watching my ghostly dances
from y…

I know not why I live for love—
I only know I do.
One thousand loves
I could dream of
and only one that’s true.
That soul will die a thousand times
to prove its love to you;
what no ot…