Tuesday, August 19, 2025

Tuesday, August 5, 2025

 



Our Youth Was Messy
We steal battered cars, abandon them by the river. We flirt with girls, flighty as leaves, hypnotize them with our moist grins, our too tight zippers, our hidden weapons of erotic destruction. Like a form of black magic, we nuke the night until it becomes day.

the river's dirty curl
digging up the buried bones
of old bluesmen

 


ku 


water heater breaks
our bodies humming
abandoned building
we become each other's prisoner

our ghost-quiet footsteps
in thick of night
crushing a cricket
endless repetition
conjoined twins repeat
each other's silence
my African journal--
i wake in pounding pulse of night
antelopes in my chest
seance
she speaks to me
from little heaps
of inert matter
the old nun's wager--
burn the candle
or dread the dawn
a luminous cloud
shifting around me, therefore
i am dense



Sunday, August 3, 2025


Mo' Stuff 
















 

 


    mo more ku


penniless sailor
drinking brine
sinking in sand
red mounds of eyes
she pushes him
to go back to his wife
single mother
she only eats
what her son can't finish
alarm clocks & morning robins
the lost children in last night's dream
never return
opaque
opposite of every mistake
we make in the night
late night thunderstorm
her see-through nightgown
whitens
stirring coffee
she stares out the window
nobody ever flies
looking for night thieves--
shadows in the ears
cars prowling empty lots
mother smokes & lectures
in my Led Zeppelin shirt
i don't believe in college degrees

Saturday, August 2, 2025

 


More Ku

spitting out wishbones
i tread lightly

in bed her skin is a map
all roads leading back
to me

a fine madness
the astronomer finds a new star
in my wife's eyes
summer's open wounds
rivers become mirrors