bloodbread

all loosed up & unhinged
sitting clausterphobic & free
wine in lowball unwound now
would be a good time to
take a phone call, hands
empty, high stepping
through sand, dictionary
stares...words pinball
decide your easy black
fate. vampire come
squeamish and bow this
is bread not some bloody
adornment, or teeth to
crave such sweet red.
if i knew what love is i
would sleep forever to
not wake up alone
again.

samples

new star cups starboard cut over as though i've been gone for so long, forgetting that i don't want to say i, her, anymore but so afraid to have muddied up these (my) memories of her. me?

don't return the spoon to the bucket. sleep all day and get evening coffee blearyeyes mumbles, it's five. no, there isn't any: authority on truth. no, not even you on yours. tell me. fall.

tattoo my back with leaves blowing in a swoop. gesture over your shoulder. yes. that is exactly where. guitars. air guitars. just a sip hon. a little taste. neon cherry tree.

my refridgerator makes a noise like a cell phone vibrating on a hard table. but all i have are soft tables. the refractive index of heat/pressure. this bell rings and islamic angels are written.