Almost there...

letters shake loose through the tense hours
messes made on the page
crunch as they puddle
impulses whisper about how lovely it would be
to fall through a different window
stew through unrelated information.

I went on hiatus

because the quarter got rough and some bad news came my way.
I intend to make up for missed days this summer (which I consider to be the end of the academic term which come up this Friday).

I intend to make it daily again.

Seeing

On the windswept eve of overflow
rain creeps in the window
pulling steam through our lips
with its cold afterbirth.
A window is cracked
as we escape the breath of over-ripe rubbish
in the event of being seen we make seeing each other known.
Each eye speaks to its parallel counterpart:
“Don’t shy away from recognition.”

With difficulty,
bravery reaches past the simplicity of action
and we become more than just mirrors.

How to keep from full-body paralysis

the beer appears to help.
At least
a little bit.

How to mock a gossip

fabricate a scandal
to be smoothed over
and hemmed in,
the little bit
of irony inside
pops out
with a sizzling of giggles.

Less food=less homework=less food

A spurned hunger undermines,
work ethic crumbles
into a taunting
cursor which
misbehaves.

Thursday so good.

Grapefruit in the sunny front yard.
sweetly pink,
nectar tingles the tongue
long into the mossy afternoon—
the acid afterbirth
of a season released.

Still behind.

Twice in the last 16 hours,
I bit clean through my lipskins
Need a hammer for my headache
or at least enough lipstick
to paint life into each of the excuses.

In the front yard

having fallen out of a handstand
the horizontal air
peppers with dizzied silver pink-pricks

Unfunked

the thickness of experience is dissipating
mind headed out in less-afraid directions
in search of
extinguishing the untouched
a flamed unknown winks in the distance
and I am ready.
Shove my comforts into my boots,
and fly
leave the upholstery behind
along with the rest of my doubts,
with each step forward
the fears fray into revealing themselves
The sound of anxious nail-biting
chatters into the past.

Poem that fell out of my classmate's mouth

Good ideas that don't have a place to go
go sideways.

teaching...

unscrambled metaphors
lengthen
and become pliabe
on young resistant tongues.

Procrastinating

Claw-faced, this force begins to gnaw away,
starts on the hands of the clock,
with a grind so sickly sweet
it will lock you into bed all day long,
coat over each possible action
in a film of the postponed.
Tick-tocks swindled from cracked finger-tips
sick with unwilling, the day flounders downward
in a sad pattern of sunlight
untouched by any variation of labor or play.
The clock hands are crooked with nervous teethmarks
and against the forces of accomplishment
the evening is cracked away from sunny-side up.

Haiku for Early May-time Weather

Between peeks of sun
and oscillating hail storms
more freckles emerge

Study session.

Tucked up
against the belly of the library
I steal sleep from myself.

Upset

Queasy
from the repeated consumption of trouble after trouble
compressed hurricane of doubt and lack
crucibles between the eyes.
Shoulders smoothed over,
worn over by tasks undone,
words unsaid,
feelings unfelt-
Jagged, I edged along like a machine
whose gears are losing teeth.

May purple

Found you there
purple in the sky,
dark leaves
tickled your belly.

Spinning Fire

I would dance around you in circles of fire
become beneath the stars and cinders
a dark-spined dervish of whirling hips
who looks unafraid into the drunken eyes
as the flames pulse through their orbit
the language of body dances the universe between us.
I placed my fire in the sky—
oranged the moon as it edged across the horizon
and followed it home
before its footprints paled into gold.