The New Tattoo:

a tipsy string of hearts

Nina put on the lashes
they were tiny eye-wings
hung with shadows

He was late
again


She kept clicking on his personal pic and
kept thinking the same thing
intense
even submitted a poem to his zine
another Apple Blossom
behind thin glass
next:
poem of the empty plate in the fridge
pretending to be read out loud
with special guest star
shot-into-the-sink
she decided to give him the name
Chess Pimp or Junior G Man
that cinched it
@ 11 p.m. she would watch
Bride of the Monster
later
while whipping him in the face
for being brutal:
could we have a little quiet
the rain asked
another window opens
(that is how it starts)

Fragments

Hey ther Flatfish X,
you need butcher paper & portable legs
to fall with occasion
~
then at cum window (not yet written)
girl hail & sext trances
~
Nina didn't care whether or not the room overlooked the harbor
she was depressed and only wanted to sleep.
~
dream 1
she is standing in a round, flying machine
they are cruising over an island, spotted with palm trees, he is joking and she is laughing.
there is a silver purse slung over her shoulder
it sparkles when she moves.
~
outside small waves are leaveing their foam upon the shore
~
in the next room
a man with tangled eyes
writes:
death music



after take-off
our last ash drops into the air;
we become gigantic stars that float among the cliffs -
below us, wavers wave away
the last wave, to brush silver from their hair
~