Haiku-
She has time for the cigarette,
but not for the kiss,
or for the tears.
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That Market
She was right about their produce.
The peaches taste like sweetened dust.
And the apples, overripe.
Bruised at rough touch like battered wives.
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HAP + DMJ-
"FREE REIGN"
Exchanged writing practice
you see
through-
D-
I crush the black burnt paper into my fist
and thrust that same fist
into the moist sand.
H-
Open fingers in dirt when's a better time?
the weeds rooted in goldenrod. I pull,
my hand out, browned- grounded.
Leave the weeds.
D-
"4103"
apple. you are a gift.
your seeds. your tea.
pardon moi por-
drinking, talking, disrespecting your... you.
H-
Honey Crisp. Gala. Jazzy.
That deep bute
for some.
bene- fill me up with your fruit.
I plucked the biggest one while he wasn't looking. Left the orchard empty.
D-
say
say what?
it's pretty much gonna be a yes.
and then... it was actually, you.
then, but, whatever.
no, I get what you're saying.
she needs time to get it together.
H-
He stands to her.
-How long will that take? Deep dish of dirty mud pie, Patti throws it.
-I said when I am. I said I'm not, leave it alone.
He left w/ the chocolate pudding over his face.
-You're not gonna wash that?
He left w/ the gummy worms still spleared on the floor.
-Fine then.
He left and came back w/ two hot drinks and handed one to her and it was scalding and she burnt her tongue -Fuck!
-I thought we needed to cool down.
D-
Stealing
the cigarette ash becomes stolen light, moonlight on a summer lake.
and your lover cries: "ninja! (where are you??)"
H-
Giving
a vanilla clove between us when you said
yes yes
choked on the smoke of the claim-
I know how you feel.
D-
cantilevered life-
"twice ever afternoon"
we swing toward a lover
who can manage our toothpaste stained cold.
But warmth!
but warmth, please...
H-
I swing in the songs, below land, my ass fits like hand-
grips to the chain- up
down
just evening gets this light.
D-
he takes his eyes and manages to make girls
fall
fall
fall firery-
in love with them.
like a sweet sickness-
like a tuesday night affair. with sight.
H-
he walks his bike one-handed traps how he'll steal your fist tight
tight tight over his next day dismissal, big eyed kiss and point toward the purple line-
Go.
D-
"when your heart's on fire/ you must realize/ smoke gets in your eyes."
what a shitty birthday mood.
why leave the house in the dark?
The ghost of our family is there.
He will not be able to take her, or retire.
H-
He ages in his gut
that pouch full of last night lovers
and cheesesticks
By midmorning he's excuses in your grey eyes-
you can guess time by light
settle days at the bottom of the fruit basket, his offer0
next mournings.
D-
a teenaged image
crap. I'm going back to that house.
House that used to be a home inside a crappy poem. (cont.)
H-
vasoline nicotine perfume
Dorris wore that pocka-dotted number-
ties at the waste she sinches-
smokes-
all the smooth moves out of saturday night suitors.
The bar stales in its ash-foul vacancy.
D-
those walls can change.
but the change is like a fast buck turned into dimes.
Or a flyer for a past even. Cooling memory.
but better than carrying the whole damn town around. (cont.)
H-
Heavy-laden lover of
moss rocks lost pennies
one-socked shoes
I feel you
in the cracks of my cup of joe.
I drink it black. I drink it all.
D-
black guitar and champagne pink spilled nailpolish
into... deep
the tan carpet.
trapped
on a road named after my porn-self.
And everything tastes a little spaghetti red. (end.)
H-
Taboo
how you dropped
my favorite glass bowl blown by the last lover of fire turned hot0
I cant remember who shaltered and who swept the shards.
h-
mouth open to you how you left me so holy- open
And they told me- Don't eat what you can't swallow.
-Sit still.
d-
lips. lips kiss. lips kiss flavor... and other...
