Archive for September, 2011

rubbing the belly of the beast

September 27, 2011


with anarchist wrist

and coughing blood entreaties

a threadbare tread



Glass kiss (for Beau)

September 22, 2011


Glass kiss (for Beau)

Seven dwarves hands with

their bent bones and scars,

a Mother’s and Father’s done best,

dressed Snow White in the Right T-shirt.

The crystal coffin lay bare

flesh so perfect; gazers languished.

Nothing could

remove the polish and stain of their tears.

Once upon a time and all along,

in the enlightened Kingdom of Now,

a receptive prince kisses the glass

and warms the mirror in his changing room.