Starfish out of water

And then one day it all ended and from then on it was hard to find a beginning.
And then we drank with our teeth clenched and blood on the edges of our lips like a leech so that's how we remember good times.
Cheers man what the fuck else to say. Cheers and happy birthday in our eyes to a star that's already dead a lot of times I think needing someone is that way. You're both looking but distance deafens telescopic noise and it takes all kinds of astronauts to be happy. We can be happy and you can have my oxygen and you can have my heartbeat and we don't need stars that are boring and old and dead before we even can know them by name.

So This is What Happened in the Car Today

There is too much heart disease spreading in the space between fingers on this street between these cars leaving home with haste and wanting only to hug warmth with roundness. It is a Friday and it is cold when I know that colors could eat every one of us and that this is what you mean to me.

Absence Makes the Heart

Ice ice is not as sad as it feels only the means to slow down and to creep down into a night like the heavy breathing from another pillow catching your cheek before it leaves again.

Where My Money Goes

These are the aisles, smelling like the sarcophagus of an old story, where I waste money on books. I say waste, a word not created by myself but by those who are not me and who do not know me when they pass narrowly by. It is a word that implies the imprudence of spending, such as by wasting money on books that might be used for the emergency room bill that is many months late now and has been sold to a collection group called First-American. To do this is considered imprudent, also their word. But these words, these which smell like wind-worn centuries, they are secretly also new, newer than these other words, and they are my words, in the space that separates each from its meaning.

Children's Moment of Silence

When our mouths are filled with a mother's sagging breast, there is nothing left to say.

The Boy

was born and walked and said mom and stole first and saw a breast and kissed awkwardly and fondled a nipple and got a car and slipped into a girl in the car and wore black to receive the proper documentation from his high school and got on one knee in the wet sand and cried because he yelled at her and got sick and spoke softly to her stomach and held the little girl in his arms and told the little girl stories about people who might destroy her if she let them and held his wife for a very long time after they yelled and got sicker and got older and said goodbye with tubes like plastic arteries dangling from his arms and died.

When he died he remembered every moment since he was born and when he got older and sicker he wished he could walk and swing bats and speak to his mother who had passed and when he held his wife after a fight he felt her breasts pressed against his chest and kissed her and wanted to fondle her and slip inside her instead of drive away to work and when he told the little girl stories about bad people it was because he knew she'd get married one day and leave him and when he held that baby girl in his arms he wondered if she'd heard them say I love you from the womb and when he proposed to his wife by the ocean that night he thought of no future but her and when he graduated he worried about debt and the ring but not about sickness and when he was naked inside her across the back seat he did not imagine his child's face and when he kissed he did not understand the different things a kiss could mean like I'm sorry or I want to remember being happy or goodbye and when he pounded across bases the yelling seemed more natural and when he took his first step and spoke to his mother he knew nothing of the world and its hurting but would learn and when he was born he understood that he would never die.

A Long Poem