Saturday, May 31, 2014

The Queen of Ennui

The Queen of Ennui gave birth
to a blue catastrophe today –
a bubbling-up of azure doom

for which her realm of vagaries
and lassitude and boredom
had no room. Alas, this infant

promise of cerulean atrocity
is floating free now toward
we don’t know whom.


Friday, May 30, 2014

When Ghosts Sit Down to Write

When ghosts sit down to write
it’s almost always in nostalgic search
of that delight of fleshly pleasure

which attends the pressure
dealt by hand-held pen
against a cool blank paper sheet.

We gather their epistolary style
is sharp and sweet,
their cursive writing neat,

their aptitude for wit and quip
one we’d find genuinely risible. Alas,
we’ll never know. The ink’s invisible.


Thursday, May 29, 2014

If You Had Known a Thing About a Thing

You want your narrative to flow
and yet sustain the sort of kinky
shadowed jagged interest
of a secret pornographic fantasy –

the one you’d have to write and draw
because nobody else could know
your brands of stop and go and hot.
Everybody’s in an unrelated spot.

So here you sit among your friends
whose mute collective consciousness
now bends, now straightens out,
now sinks, now rises, now surprises

with a coalescence none of you quite
see or sense. But somehow it feels
right. If you had known a thing
about a thing, you’d think it might.


I Wonder if a Drawing Cries

What's in those
withholding eyes?
I wonder if
a drawing cries.

Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Some Things

Some things
you can’t
get through.
No matter
what you do.