Friday, April 25, 2008

A paperless sky

The faint unraveling
of tears
and descending.

I watch
as a poster of sky
detaches from the ceiling
and falls between us


She ratchets
imaginary love
back into existence
and drags it
to bed,
of the mechanical

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

The yellowing
of our faces
nearly browns
us away.

when the purples
of mistrust
have faded

our hues
will have softened
in the pinkening
of recovery.
The measured pasting
of our congratulatory handshakes
repeats like mindless keystrokes
from one window to another.

Monday, April 14, 2008

The windows have all sprung leaks.
In the memories of warmth
you just barely survive.


All the cars are white but one.
We are in dire need of mulch, my dear.
The weeds of our words to be drowned
The roots of our souls to be nourished.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

I have been trying all day
to bake into the kitchen 
your taste
but the aroma of your touch
keeps calling me
to bed.