at 4:25 it's raining

i trip out of bed
a star nosed mole, feeling the
top of his bureau

for collar stays, keys,
a money clip, or cuff links;
for if he left them

then he shall come back
to tuck me in and touch my
cheek, "shh little bird."

good morning.

low hanging clouds snag
on buildings, billboards, bridges;
tug boat goes toot toot.

"... and now breathe in ."

my doctor's a Good
Man. i audition thank-you's
as he draws my blood.

Codependence.

"You seem sicker than
I, dear," you say. "You're stronger
than I, dear," he smiles.

"Should we nap, my dear?"
"Yes, dear, let's nap," you reply.
"Should we drug up, dear ?"

"Yes, dear, let's drug up."
"Dear, did you leave this dirty
snot-rag on the floor ?"

"Yes, dear. Sorry, dear."
"My dear ? Shall we nap some more ?"
"Brilliant idea, dear."

the magician

from the hat he pulls
not a bunny but a hare
all limbs claws and teeth;

the deceiver grins
a cruel yellow grin and
celebrates his trick.

The More You Ignore Me, The Closer I Get

my cat always says,
"if a rim job's not cuddles,
i don't know what is."

makin bacon

i listen wide-eyed
as Max regales the saga
of Willie Pickton,

a pig farmer come
serial killer with a
taste for loose ladies.