Friday, July 24, 2009

Late night Titus

My mouth is full of teeth
and veins filled with tiny stars
edged bits of sand
as the waves heave
over and again rolling
across the lace of my spine

I, Titus,
a sorrow dispersed
into the blackness
the stars lay witness

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Socket Wrench

There was a socket danging down from the sky. It was white and simple; a place to put a bulb. I stood, agog, in the middle of the road. I walked to it, touched it; there was no switch, but a long cord, all the way up, until I lost it in the sky, swingin with my touches with a great weight. I plugged my head in, screwed it up in, messing my hair; my face blushed, my cheeks flushed. How odd.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Life's Haiku

bitter verdant spade
solemn in spring's ecstasy sends
new roots of desire