Frontier

Exuberant violence of new love,
scratches in unreachable places, 
pale spots on sheets

Bigger than number but fragile
as infant's peace

Lightning strikes from 
unseen, incalculable,
electron clouds.

Can we outrun our stars?

Close eyes when we kiss.
Dare not fall into black hole pores.
Pull my hair as you take me
below horizons where the dewy
abodes of paradise unfold.

There we'll drink
ambrosial founts of pleasure
with the alacrity 
of misers fondling treasure.

Gentrification of the Soul

We ask for
oblivion.


Release memories.


Pulling the gold
of hair back
as you vomited
into a paint bucket
outside Lena's van........


Forget me
stealing money
from your
coin bottle
for ice cream.

A mutual truce to
wipe away
the dust of
the past

taken up
as motes
lost in the blue
immensity.


We'll forget
times when,
unknown to others,
we shit ourselves,
spoke untruths,
or played the poltroon

and smile
in clean rooms
awaiting
new dust to
unsettle.

Milk Saucer Moon

Feline night
beckons with
brazen eyes.

Darkness, slack and pliant,
warps freedom
to misguided ways.

Recondite as a child's
precocious metaphysical
queries of why,

the milk saucer moon
hangs halved above.

My clouded head craves 
indubitable Sun 
to whisk green cats away
and break blameless day.

Already

In a holler
where toy trains
rest under
last year's leaves

Dreams a
comforting
surrender

an inequality
on the map
of tenderness.

She smiles
knowing
what must never
be said

Has

Already
tindered rays
from my eyes

to hers.