June 04, 2009

insurgency

our love is an insurgency

it fights the tide

in long, lonely mile

in passwords and in code

nefarious he

a slick bomb licking wet storm wounds
some maniacal mechanical animal
freshly unengaged from barb wire tired
the crowd's nebulous eyes wide

the corner keeps a white tower worm
versed in potency polemic, ineptly academic
his girl's thighs ache in rhythms unfamiliar
later they lay in tired tricks and riddle

chatterbox gossips forge legend
idolatry and library stink in the air
a sudden look, an easy smile
she falls hard as river stone, smiling

I like accidents and nightmares
humility and uncorrected errors wild
humanity's thick bloody flaw
tonight his timing's just too precise

He's all things to all people
Intellectual or sexy ineffectual; on demand
last time I met a predator like that
my muse lost years, ran home blind wild

tonight it's a pop-candy diatribe
pop neon rides in the Escalade
47 broken hearts on glove box string
invisible wreckage dribbles out behind

to the crowd he is alien phrenology
a carnal untranslated mystery
curtain-cloaked syncopated entropy
wound tight as a wounded child

Jersey

Jersey used to sing
now she wipes black marker
off of rest-room stalls
she stopped reading what they write
long ago

Ad Agency Love

he was a fifty foot billboard of smoldering metal and Calvin Kleins
shot straight out of the boardroom and into the daily think
a ceramic reconstituted DIck Clark with an android angel's grin
wrapped in an airtight sex and wisdom PVC coating
liquified and injected into our rattling, battling skull
filling us up with bitter almond inadequacy like liquid mercury

she was an ambulatory blue ball hijink fuck apostle
still slick from the ad agency's short skirt pump parades
rattling heads from a mile away in a push to sell cosmetics
to the plump and yearning, the assless and burning
she gets off shoving fingers down young girls' throats

their children will be raised by cell phone
their teeth an unholy angel white
they leave glossy mirror footprints on fifth avenue

The Aztec

I awoke purple
a predator drone
alligator skin
marble hallway eyes
electric heart

Quetzalcoatl
plugged in
to the city divine
a million yapping brains
a million bleeding hearts

every pulse
every shift
city spires
belching children
and drum beats