Moveable Feast

reflection
in the        wet

    street.               oak

hangs dreaming.

the hint
of a flower,

two lips
              aching.

spring is     born

with its
eyes closed,

a dark
            lady's   kiss.

the kids

chase      rabbits.

Megabytes

Sometimes I forget
chapters of my life.

I might dwell on
when my friend Eric

and I pushed each other
downtown in a box

mounted to a skateboard.

Everyone drank Coke
out of glass bottles.

For a moment,

all I can remember
is the glass bottles

and the grimy
back alleyways,

my bare feet
black as the streets

and hard like leather.

Then, it dawns on me
how ten years later

I dug a pit beneath
a twisted old pine bush

and traded in my freshman
year of high school

for something closer to earth.

I built a lot of fires
and spent more time with animals.

I felt more centered
in the star map of night.

Then, I remember
the summer of 2006.

I took my video camera
everywhere and documented everything.

When you crashed your Mustang
I just stared at the stars

until I forgot every chapter
we ever lived together.

Spring Clothes

If I jerk my
elbows back

just right

my chest cavity
will crack open.

My epithelial

slides down
around my ankles.

I have really
chipped off the slag

this time.

Deltoids

I wish
I could make

more

Hamiltonian circuits

in my life.

Saturday
is no problem.

I always
check the square

footage of my

toilet paper.

I have three fish
that live in three

separate tanks.

I feed them
so they don't leap

out of the water
and transform

into spiders.

My dad is afraid

I will fall
into the Grand Canyon

and die.

That's the least
thing that worries me

about moving.

Meteor Shower

The pond

Is hungry

And the

Dark massive

Sky is aching

To kiss

The pussy

Willows

Wrapped

Around the

Whispering

Beam of light.

We came

To watch

The stars

Shoot and

Make our

Faces glow

Like two

Moons

waiting

For the cat

Tails to send

Something

Whispering inside

The curved

Slow

Ripples

Of night.

Ursa Major

Spoons

A large

Fish

And we

Are dripping,

Rapid,

Obedient, one.

God's Bastard

We skipped rocks
across the pond

one day

and became best friends.

On the outside
you were just a white kid

like me.

Some people thought we were twins.

I was confused when
you told me you were Japanese.

I hadn't yet understood

the difference between
nationality and ethnicity.

I cinched my eyes closed

with my fingers

and made ching chong sounds
to show you that I understood.

You opened your eyes wide apart

with your fingers

and in a slow, lazy voice
said, "Hi, I am A-mer-i-can."

We were inseparable.

Your father taught me
what it meant to be Christian.

Your mom was an angel,

she literally played the harp.

I understood God for the first time
and truly loved Jesus.

I think my heart

was even moved by your sister.

There were always fish
dancing in and out

of photographs.

(Love can be so abrupt)

We caught a bluegill
in the pond

one day

and the next day you were gone

like one of those rocks
skipping out of my life,

like one

of those bluegill.
Won't someone throw me a line.

Summer Home

Why does the
mini van look so little?

A crow attacks an eagle.

There are smaller birds
screaming in the distance,

in the tops of trees
like frightened children.

Ducks panic-waddle
in the skeletal waste of corn.

What are they running from?

Why do they all
fly back again in spring?

Giddyup

Who's

the giggly-horse?

The tickly-rib horse?

Rub your back
in the snow.

Hooves
meet the sky.

That cloud
has sweet abs.

Whistlin'
like a wolf-kettle.

I am Thunder Hoof!

Mishawaka, IN

The girl at the gas station lies
to me because she doesn't
want to hurt my feelings.

She's not really as happy
as she says she is.

She used to hum
with the fluorescent lights
and her eyes would twinkle.

Now the octane
is lower, unleaded.

Long nights of service,
the customers are numb.
A clock reaches for the exit.

Even the birds
wish that winter was over.

333.33333333333333

Alien wolf cry and the tree covers murder. In the third density, come out of the snail's Persian eye form. Mammoth dogs, the ghost king, reptilian anatomy. Toxic creatures face-off, faces come off, coyotes cartwheel out of the ocean, obnoxious. The Nons tongue mouth through the desert, crawling. Category: alien body, pea-pod body. A million reptiles catapult, hammer-hungry. Desert methuselah, secrete out the flesh, unholy. Slaughtered babies. In the bone cauldron, in the bone cauldron the sound of a star map, constellation night and metathesis.

1989

In the time

of the TV

the moon

is an armless wonder,

an astronomer
in blackface.

The girl
with everything

is in
your mouth,

the sound
of caterpillars

and real
human freaks.

Fork
your brains out.

Get your
throat

ejected
with a snake.

The greatest
show on Earth.

Glia

Your eyes,
the most

painful
old tree.

Reach your
branch

into my
solar plexus.

Charm
your body

into
an acorn.

Wrap your
back along

the hot
white solar

eclipse.

Drink
from my

nervous
system's

ocean
and expand

into
decades.

Hey Cloud!

look in
that direction

eyes
discover lips

suddenly
older

eyes
look back

(suddenly)

eyes
like you

skin
like you

hair
like sky

sky
turned burial

The Cruelest

Memories go

to a landfill.

With each file

I open,

I tear myself

open.

The smell 

of old newspapers,

and I can feel 

the distance 

growing between us.

Space is

as dead as fall.

Winter's 

ocean's ebbing.

A hollow
chocolate bunny.

Questions

My favorite
actress is
the wanderer
in you.

My favorite
flower is
walking about
the house.

My favorite
animal will

be home

soon.

This weekend

and I went

our separate

ways.

Horse

Of chorus
I like

the way
you come

out

of my
forehead.

And for
a moment,

I can feel
the hoof

meat.

I can
feel

the hoof
meat jiggle.

Weird Winter

The sound
of helicopters:

and crows
blacken the sky.

March is
flesh animated.

October is
back from the dead.

Saturn's snow
is heaving.

Wonder

I threw bread
out to the birds

today.

Just the ass-
end of a shitty

loaf of white.

Every few minutes
or so I walk

to the kitchen

window to see
if the birds

have come,

but the birds
never come.

The birds

never came
to eat my

ass-loaf.

Can I
blame them.

*

I remember
when I was

a kid,

I used to
throw bread out

to the birds.

They would always
eat my ass-loaf, then.

Nobody's Hungry

I creep out
the oven,

my skin
like tulips

before
it's even spring.

The deer
is poking out

of my spinal cord.

One eye
out the crust-layer.

The ceiling
animals

really pop
my cork.

I 180 out
of my eye rocketry.

This is not my
body banging

at the little window.

I lost my intuition

to the skeletal system.