Tuesday, September 20, 2016

The Burning Web

Sometimes sparks erupt from the overhead wires.
Sometimes it rains baby spiders. Sometimes you feel like
you'll die if you're touched, or if you're not touched.
Sometimes you stretch your arms to embrace the world
and they are instantly covered with all those baby spiders.

Sometimes the clouds cloak the meteor shower.
Sometimes the sparks seem more frightening
than magical. Sometimes I hide for days
in my apartment, listening. Sometimes all it takes
is one badly wired hot tub to burn down an entire forest.

Sometimes the train leaps the tracks
Sometimes the underground fires
smolder for years
Sometimes the eggs hatch
and the atmosphere crawls
Sometimes a strand of spider silk acts
as a fuse

Sometimes it feels like your skin is slipping off,
sometimes it feels like your eyeballs are being
pinched. Sometimes you swallow torch
after torch after torch. Sometimes we throw
match after match after match at the river
but it stubbornly refuses to catch fire.

Thursday, September 15, 2016

Mountain of Hubcaps

Burned the cobs
Burned the sponges
Burned the pile of greasy
baseball caps.

Burned the plaster casts
Burned the dice
Burned the rolled-up carpet
Burned the drawer full of fast food
drive-thru receipts

Burned the book of mirrors
Burned the crystal palace
Burned the garden of hair
Burned the mountain of hubcaps

We burned it all
Burned it all before it had the chance
to burn us first

Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Everyday Hustler

There were rivers of liquid methane
carving out canyons on a moon of Saturn.

There was a reservoir beneath the city.
We took a gondola tour. I kept calling it a sewer
and the guide kept correcting me.

There were fleas trained to scale tiny ladders,
to ride the backs of crickets, to form letters and words
and lines of verse across the arm of the beloved.

There were 99 names for Allah
one of them was The Expediter
another was The Delayer

There was a jellyfish smaller than a pinky nail
That had discovered the secret to eternal life

There was a man wearing a t-shirt that read
"Everyday Hustler." One day someone stabbed him
and the knife slid between his ribs and stood there,
perfectly still, as the world spun around it.