Feather, Knife, and WifeUnpretentious princess at the lip of the wild
broods on her position in the tribal order.
She's gritting her teeth at development's border
with weapons unfit to inspirit kismet's child.
An arrowhead barely tattoos the tractor tread,
A hand-axe fells not the crane its longevity.
Ironicallly, the machine's owe their brevity
to the First Spirit's black blood wrested from breast's red.
A computer geek morningstar, alive by chance,
going cold turkey off his electronic life,
stumbles from the rubble of Armageddon's fire,
surprised to discover unmolested expanse.
She trains him in the ways of feather, knife and wife,
First Spirit's gifts renew him, return him, rewire.
The River: A PantoumWho swims in winter?
The river passing
me hand-to-hand down
steely, crooked waves,
the river. Passing
headlights, hundreds, like
steely, crooked waves.
I'm caught dead in his
headlights. Hundreds. Like
in a looping dream,
I'm caught. Dead (in his
mind), the driver is
in a looping dream,
in the prison called
mind. The driver is
unable to sleep
in. The prison called
Unable to sleep,
the judge is asking
to me, hand-to-hand.
The judge is asking,
"Who swims in winter?"
The Endocardium As We Know ItIt's the Endocardium As We Know it (And I Feel Fine)
That's great, it starts with a heart rate,
Palpitate arterial veins
My Mitral Valve is unafraid
Eat up a sugarcane, listen to your heart burn,
Lub serves its own needs, dubby serve your own needs,
Speed it up a notch: beat lungs, no, chest,
The bladder makes you fatter with pee bright yellow might
Fire up the wires beating 72 per minute
In a ventricle that's higher at a low-fat site.
Oxygen is coming through the larynx and pharynx
Breathing down your neck.
Beat by beat the quarters strangled, lumped, weathered, stopped.
Look at that fat chain.
Fine, then, uh oh, overflow, masticate the common food,
it won't do to save yourself, serve yourself organic snow peas
listen to your heart beat, dummy with a tummy feeling crummy
fat is quite light. You might have colic, diastolic-jam
bright white light fuzzing out your sight.
It's the endocardium as we know it. (I guess I'm just some bones)
It's the endocardium as we know it. (I guess I'm jus
Watch Your StepDelicately placing light bulb in trash
Delicately climbing in through the window
Delicately cracking breakfast on the rim of the pan
Delicately planning future with the lawyer
Delicately pulling the skin off the foot
Delicately appraising the new music
Delicately allowing the thoughts to flow
Delicately closing eyes against the showerhead
Delicately accepting the pain inside
Like some respectable host
Like, pile it on the bed in the room no one uses
But the doors are urgent now
With the weight
A barn door kind of red
Like aliens arriving outside
To take away, but run without
And everything's bursting behind and now
Captured, kicking and thrusting, feet waving goodbye
Like new angels
Delicately watching the needle change hands
Delicately seeing through the passenger windshield
Delicately taking the steps back inside
Monster PatientPatient monster making wishes on unbreakable glass,
Knuckles a coin down his tree-knee fingers. Knotted,
A pretzel. I sweat the saps of his family tree.
A broken promise, I forget he's in there, staring,
Patient monster backs into the dark to stain my
Glass prison with ghost lips, empty eyes. Gaiety and pomp
Make me their marionette. Curious cat. Cold-calling chaplain.
Existence, a whisper from the shattered throat of a
Patient monster evaporates into dreamy clouds,
The toxic hallways soak up, a dewy cocoon.
Distrusting, glassy warden. Deserted, happy, and
Cold. Shivering foetus. Awaiting the return of my