Windows and Whiskey

Looking out the window
The rain gives off
A foul comfort
Tastes so much like
The night my tongue
Took a dip in the ocean
Of your need
There is. There is.
A heaven under the whips
Of your heartless thrusts.
Reminds me of whiskey.
Looking out the window
With a glass of whiskey.
There is perfection
In imperfection
Says the cliche.
Touche.
Let me drink with you.

10:07 pm 9/6/12
on the plane, homebound

If Poems are Lips

I know you not
Every minute spent huffing
And puffing reckless litanies
Freezing passion
Bred fat with past versations

You trample them.
with your mouth
So full
Of hell-hounds gnawing
My eyes
I wish it would my ears too.

You say your thigh hurts
I say my back hurts
I carry you too long
Too heavy
A rock
A diamond
Sharp in the lungs


1:21

Longing

Longing

And since it is not prohibited,
I shall miss you like ice misses the freezer
When dropped into water.
As a plant experiment under close scrutiny

I shall miss you more
The way the day chases the night to sleep
And the night kisses the day to awakening.

I shall miss you even as I lie
With you in your forest of soiled clothes
Underwear, and used rubber.

I shall miss you worse as you stand like sea
Ever waving away sand.

1:57