Thursday, December 27, 2007

gris gris

" the gods decompose into their elements (cultic, etiologic, theurgic, physiological, euhemeristic, iconographic, cosmic), they continue to give off from below, together with the smell of decay, an aroma od Olympian ozone that communicates danger..."
-gordon teskey, "irony, allegory, and metaphysical decay"

sound of six seeds
snapped by strong white teeth:
red dress girl,
sitting on a burial mound.

up from mould, mulch,
that stuff that releases
that rich smell
at a touch.

it was a cross-
nearby atlan-
ta. red dress girl
six rubies ringed
her throat.

up from mold, mulch.
that stuff lets go rich smell
at a touch.

i would have been
to take that hand,
take that hand
and crawl
through the dusk--

up from mold, up from mulch,
the stuff with that smell,
that smell loosed at a touch.

peel that thick mottled-gray bark
off the tree.

break it in half
for me.

Friday, December 21, 2007

sempre fidele 2

subjective taint

"not faithless":
low-whistling wind
within the words,
from the roof of your mouth:

the ivory teeth
the arced tongue.

the "t" like a knocked
the "s" like snaketongue:

in and out,
in and out,
speaking what's required.

Monday, December 17, 2007


touch base


smooth skin,
yellow fat beneath,
then red meat,
the white bone below.

like all
hidden things:
the frailty of flesh,
the darkness called night.