Friday, December 21, 2012

winterfall (mumbled number)

You say smut like it's a bad thing
she mumbled at him.

Tie me to the ribbons
floss me with feathered barbs
slide me into my skin.

Scaffolding to the rafters
folded bodies smudged,
as if that makes sense.

If I wanted you to narrate I
wouldn't have asked you to
come | over here yes ' t ' day.

Lips drawn sloppily in spit:
I can nearly taste what it is
                  I'm trying to be.

Friday, December 14, 2012

winterfall midnight (mumbled)

he thinks in terms of cinematography;

the roundness:  of the compass, of the beast, of the breast;

it isn't enough to braid your thoughts on Tuesdays;

reddened Kool-aid, for dyeing not drinking; 

chiseled from stone, an ear (faulty);

at five, it's cold and darkthirty;

too many commas;

unfurl me (dare);

danglingly;

alight.


Thursday, December 13, 2012

winterfall 30mumbledsomething

The classifieds, highlighted

1.  Louis XIV blaring
2.  Hot chocolate
3.  Clashing pinks 'round my neck
4.  If it bleeds, it leads
  a.  in a puddle
  b.  at night
5.  The rain may have started before, but I realized it while I stood there
6.  He wasn't missing as much as absent from the same space
7.  I can smell him on my skin, a month later, still
8.  Winter here, winter now
9.  I dismantled a typewriter last night (insomnia)
10.  As if; as if.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

winterfall 28

my body as traitor
as coffin and slave

body as prison,
or is it prism?

the body gradient (gravely radiant)
the body as halves and holes

my body as rec center
pleasure center
rent-a-center
tomorrow perhaps.

my body as current, as flame
untempered and undone.

winterfall 27

Winterhaven preview 1 | 12.4.12

Winterhaven 2 | 12.4.12

Monday, December 3, 2012

Saturday, December 1, 2012

winterfall 25

He says to me French horror isn't
really horror at all.

It sounds perfectly French, I said.