whoopsies.

sorry momma. i
just done spent all my youth and
beauty in one place.

is heaven any sweeter than Blue Jean?

new denim swallows
each leg; blue pythons making
my ass worth slapping.

party like it's 0037

on this day i drank
the blood of christ before noon
and took a load off.

all wet.

early morning storm
homeless man in garbage bag
taxicab asshole.

today I was a teacher.

her breath is stinky,
sweet, and sour. it worms through
my nostrils, alive.

knotty flax flosses
cling to the lunch still in the
corners of her lips.

i am angry, but
suddenly granted relief,
tenderness, humor

by this funny child
with dirty, jagged nails that
beg to snag the silk

of my new blouse as
she wraps her arms around my
middle and thanks me.

around the neighborhood

pigeon on ice block
ivy choking seatless bike
frothy pee puddle

1987

had no idea what
virginity was, but knew
you should have mine, too.

tomato poem

fingers slide within
each atrium expressing
a bounty of seeds,

gelatinous and
protected, gifts for the soil,
now ooze down the drain

the blond

wincing, she weeps tears
of milk beneath my filed nails
as they dig deeper

between her tight, shiny,
tender kernels. i'm ripping
out her yellow hair,

tearing her limb from
limb. when i'm through, i place her
in a crowded bowl.

she lies naked with
her friends, waiting for a bath--
hot, cleansing, salted.

naughty boy

my cat, Karate,
sits in a basket. his eyes,
flickering flashlights.

red fruit.

had a plum today.
not some cheap, bull shit one from
the grocery store,

but a real, good plum.
with red bejeweled flesh
and tart, tender skin.

i sucked it til
the fruit was no more, clenching
the pit in my teeth.

at this moment.

they're shreiking, screaming,

the children nextdoor; their squeals

disturb and torment.

mad captive monkeys,

nimble fingers picking locks,

ready for mayhem.