A Claim Ticket Blanched By The Sun

Equal parts maple syrup cobra venom
Unhaunted uninhabited forest of woods
A tale become legend disrupted burial

Daylight digested wrought by foliage teeth
Unwarranted fame by demand popular
Baking twine fine point scissors preheat to hot

Obscured a grimace flashbulb and pop and shot
Skin the meat saline solution one gallon
Dank marsh seeped in minerals fester rot

Fingers that fidget terminal compulsion
Something more than pretty lucid and elusive
Red light wagon tails happenstance that moment

Two decades two fingers seducing ivory
Salivating unleashed begging not biting
Buzzing ringing claiming her in his ears

Polaroids binoculars fantastic urge
Meticulous consider-it forgot
Desire to please untrained in challenge or sport

Solar embrace suggesting perfection
Twilight swallowed whole implying no place left
Operatic sigh the city’s bowels pretend

Sticky complicated histrionic reflex
Disguised narrative cosigned authority
Evidence motive paperbacks and badges

On three a cry a prayer an interview
The soil’s hug a last organic nudge
Claws his face can’t recall hers caught alone

A Time Upon Which Once There Was

Wanted it to be dirty
Everything about it
Something with scum around the edges

Just one of those spots
You can’t not notice, want it or not
A black film veiling the pool tiles

Submerged in stale water
Capped with leaves turning soft
Their skeletons engorged

Hair strands clogging gutters
Both turned slimy in forced limbo
Crescents of chlorine rimming drains

The water is stagnant
Hot and seeming to steam, the
Inescapable embrace of sun

Wish you were here
Like a lost posted card
Mailed late to a lately lost lover

A glimmer among the murk
It appears to move
Maybe just drifting, as eyes are prone to

Flashing spots, the heat so cruel
Lapsing needs, too late
Obscured amongst her biology

Peeling spots, dark round red
Crusting the deck’s bleached abrasion
They’re hers as was the fin

Overflowing green lava
Mold sputters from spaces dank
Thought forgotten until clogged

A rare shadow at the deep end
Clinging and clung upon
The tail wavers halfway stuck in

Valuable no longer
Useful then, only once
Privilege nascent of neglect, abuse

Paler than the leaves, chlorinated putty
Fine bone structure beneath
Bloated scales once shiny

No howl no scream-done-small splash
He muttered she heard
Don’t want a mermaid no longer, Woman

For glory, In vanity

a stray spider leg twitches still
atangle amongst his whiskers
men and their beards
things crumbs snot stuck
flicking his tongue across
his nostrils, it’s sensual
just beyond his intrigue
were it present

recently obvious aged man
swings with heavy intent, brow hot
grip tight, axe loose
adversary
frantic discovery
somewhere a saint buried down deep
just outside his pursuit
were it for real

spider clings to the window screen
screaming from tight condensed lungs
eight iron grips
deaf misery
plea to Arachnia
harkened breeze suddenly strong
just against his smooth belly
it’s her hot breath

her chin, windowpane
abreeze of sweat and soil
glossy lips below pert nose
parted against themselves
she calls aloud
his name, her voice
shifting he looks up, compliant
his axe drops, the cat comes, she laughs

The Desert Never Starves

The impervious Plexiglas bubble bounced to Earth
A tangle of jumbled kids within too dizzy to notice
Disarrayed, splayed about, a sewage of wreckage
The adults reduced to pulp and soup and barbeque

Upon the Earth, the middle of one of Her desolations
A few things found, in spite of countless limbs
The plane so, only by history and fire was victory
The adults, mostly parents according to vain memory

The Plexiglas bubble shown opalescent under hot gloam
The kids’ faces masked misshapen, distorted, cartoonish
Their howls, their pleas their mouths did silently mime
Of the dozen or so, two passed out, possibly dead or near

Giant enough to hold twelve wriggling bodies yet compact
Fitting within the standard cross continental mechanical craft
Genius, the inventor of bouncy Plexi resilient despite altitude
Impressed the adults would have been if alive

Unlocking the Plexi from inside, the oversight made
Inventors aren’t perfect and seldom are their inventions
Nature isn’t either, and because She’s not it’s as if She is
Limited air in the Plexi proffered via nail head holes

Sensing a ruckus, came along prairie dogs eventually
Taut brown bodies alert to disaster, paws flexing at air
The rot enticing initially, scavenging as though for wallets
Fickle as they were, the prairie dogs detected more

The Plexiglas bubble like a mad sorcerer’s vengeance
Blinded their blind eyes and confounded their nostrils
Unfamiliar with heated polymer, at first unidentifiable
Then whiff by whiff seeping through out the nail holes

The prairie dogs avenged the holes with keen teeth
The bubble suddenly necessitating dental worship
A matter of time, seconds or hours, the desert only knows
The bubble collapsed under massive precision

The still conscious kids looked finally about
The wreckage was blurry, the sun obscuring the blood
The haze of parental bodies no longer resembled as much
The prairie dogs looked tiny and cute and strangely alert

Abandoning the bubble's remains and their limp cohorts
The kids scooped prairie dogs into sweaty dusty pockets
One wriggling loose deftly replaced by two others more
In this way, pockets full of prairie dogs, off, beyond they set

The horizon was bland as they always are except in paintings
The surroundings were grim as they always are especially in dreams
The kids were determined without realizing they were
And the prairie dogs were glad: a free lift to a new place

Spoon Feeding

organic organs originated over
yester-years of yearning uselessness
unless unraveling the uninspired unifies un-
constitutional construction consorting in
trepid tastelessness that titillates wasteful
wanton wonderment whilst whiling away
alone abridged autonomous and de
void voluntarily-so-vindicated vapid by
laws legalizing legitimately lengthy lies said
solely so silent so souls still fresh
freeze finally filled from a
band
on
mint menthol methanol merriment my
miss

staked

claim

formed

for
now

Crucial Remnants

A pretty yellow dress
bunched up, it is, in the corner
not so pretty, as it was,
lying soggy
wrung
misshapen

The mooring Pacific Ocean
it tasted, as it was, of skin
not unfresh, it is,
stretching over
scented
flesh (yours)

A disarming contraction
bunched up, it is, deeper
less pliable, as it was,
before control
abandoned
compulsion

The heated spasms
eyelids, as it was, lashes
lashing, it is,
painful
bloody

and alas and

salty