.58 [nyc]

where the living breathe,
there is more to see
and more to do.
one must trust
but not
completely.
a missed opportunity
can ruin
a whole day.
tingling from head to toe,
i could never be heard from
again.

.57

A movie star
at an awards ceremony
you presented
yourself,
leaving
fingerprints
on me
that still haven't
rinsed clean.

Awkwardly
incessantly
religiously -
ridiculously preening
my resumé emptied
my credentialed sack
acid dipped
like hidden
was even an option.

.56

It started as a joke on myspace
then I heard you sing,
I tried to convince you
I was the man—
I was just trying to fit in.

We played a little rough that first night
but still we both were playing
fantasy…
reality...
neither one to blame.

But it started sweet on myspace
and maybe without class

I Googled you
I wanted you
Your heart your soul

your exquisite ass.

.55

there's a face you make
when you don't wanna hear it
like you wish it hadn't
appeared at all-

you crinkle your nose
as southern lines swim
rippling
your satin brow

those infamous eyebrows
suffer in silence
seismologically
stretch and scrunch

truth vs. fault
they answer divided,
but they answer
nevertheless

.54

terror sets in…

like a Buñuel
nightmare
like a Bosch
daydream
like a limping
lizard
like a child…

like a Dali
stopwatch
like a road
to ruin
like a solid gold
erection
like a heart
that's been broken
like a heart
that's still healing
like a handful of
ashes
like a goddamn
foul ball
like my life
before you

Under St Marks

Bowery Poetry Club