as i am seeing
you are breaking
jaw around the eye

as i am seeing
you are dancing
jaw around the mouth

i watch while you spin
your wicked tales of silk
- if silk -
they are shimmery and shining and
brilliant hued with colors my
imagination bends only to see

translation

quando io vado a piedi, non lascio impronte
le neve rigano attaverso il ghiacco sono lasciati
linee perfetto e dune in 2-D

quando corro, vedo il mio respiro
aria fantasma spuzza fuori e su
piume in casi simili i fonsoli in il collo
dal parlamento morto lungho

guess what's it's from!

limit light

my limit is found
though limitless i may be

an army gashes my front door
though they are enemy

this limited military might
might light my sight
with arrows of night
and i may find, tomorrow,
gone all my way just to lose
that which i never might have owned
had they been only gentle
kind, sympathetic to my night-plight.

while the notes rollick on
and i stay sterile
- encased in fabric both hard
and crisp to my touch which is
smooth: smooth like the child i may
never
have.

this sterility, forced,
on by force. my force?
my force?

this thick plastic tears at my eating
soul which devours all my tears,
but leaves only dust and alcohol swabs
that clean the womb which is already
both foul and clean.

recipe

mix in milk and some cinnamon
fold in bed sheets lacquered in sweat
pour into the mold and
let sit for three years.

when finally it's come to frui(t)
-ion, caesura the ties, grease the lines
soften the raining blows
out the candle

when your alphabet cake
quakes
then you know you've read the recipe

the office

god, her smile's bright. i wish it had a dimmer switch -- nothing more obnoxious than a woman who can't keep her invisaligned teeth, crescent lips, exotic tongue in check and respect the misery of others. i watch her as she crosses the floor -- perfect ass swaying as she steps left, right, left, right; a perfect military cadence of heartbeat mixed with nonchalant steps unknowingly carrying her further from me at my desk, deeper into my heaving, sweaty, needy brain.
she returns from the copier to glance briefly at my shaking hands hovering over a keyboard that i sometimes caress as i might her breasts. she passes me without really seeing and i follow her with my eyes, vision loping after her like a lion after a fat antelope.

over there are so many ways
to correct and correlate and can

you feel what words have not(can)
convey ?

when your necklace catches my hair
and my necktie slides between your breasts
and we are tangled in uniquely-tying situation
can you still feel what words?

your orange shaped heart tickles in my chest
while your heart shaped face crinkles
with laughing at me

i could never fathom your depths
though i drag the bottom through

rigid heat curls
at my feet
tape binds my chest
and sweat binds all the rest
my feet fly over frozen ground
i find what once i'd sought to lose

i always seek what i've already found

your tread announces your presence
-i can feel what you might call fear
but it is only that you are too near
to know what actually i know
because you know toomuch

you already have what you learn

her breath hangs sweetly next to mine
churning mistspirals lap across our
bare faces hands and eyes
communication rots our silence
and she spirals along with her mist
out of mineour lives

she already(always) takes what she has