Feb 13, 2008

Nina Writes To An Old Friend

dear mr yellow mellow,

you seem as down as i am
knew you were around this a.m.
and even though i was ready for something more
you only tickled my head
yesyes
i was ready for something
big
no invisible tiny
no
nothing spinning
far away
i wanted filling

*

now it is 11 a.m. but
i've got a little vodka
some of nature's nectar &
2 dictionaries
i've got sadness
no job
hours to kill
3 lighters &
one pack of cigs
& hey
i always thought of you as the guy with
sun lights
hidden in his hat

well thanks, always thought of you as a bit
dipped out (in a gorgeous, satiny way, of course)

Feb 4, 2008

Nina Opens a Bottle of Cold Duck

she wishes he would open his eyes
the garden is dead, a white blink
in the dream stream. his pose
is the heart of a song she heard
long ago. lithium. fog. she gently
touches the screen, her hand feels
sinuous, her mouth is a red tent.
he has left one socket open. a
blue glow touches her finger. her
breath comes out wrong.

opposite headlights.
when I open my eyes
I don't want to strike blood.


the automated air purifier clicks on
making Nina jump

don't spill your drink on the keyboard,
baby, omens are underfoot


I...I... just wanted to tell you
that I miss you..

and? and what of these sad & lonely
intricaces?


*

the dream..

following tracks in the snow..
she is in a small shed
the single window is cracked
& full of ice-blooms & silverfish
she lies down to wait
newsprint covering
her hands & face

*

Jan 22, 2008

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speaking light through the
air. sex lamp
Oh, the architecture. the empty contestant squints
skills
unclear, or
our flight
a desert,
without
whose newborn rain closest
a sandblast of The
skimmed
armless
outside fish-mouths open. the I membership
pharmacy,
full as waterglass, lightning scrimming
in
squeals.
the television guest out for semi nude girl in sable waist,

where are you going? I feel weird.

Nov 26, 2007

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holiday tray. smoke chain. ear-lead.
fuck you? fuck me, lobe bone.

OooooO, line wiggle in the belly of my
fat head


drip giggle

Aims is playing with bare teeth

you don't say

transducer. loose interior.

rum balls
pumpkin pound cake
all I really wanted to do

was?

kiss.

doodles

feet in the grass

wandering, wandering

reefer breath. a green stillness.

my semen on strange faces. the backseat of
death


-In The Next Room-

is everything Okay?

no, and I'm sure it's me, my
get-drunk-want-stare

pulse inmate

teal smile.
striking erection.
ampule.

saliva skating

outside, the city glows. Nina doesn't know why
but, chartreuse comes to mind.

you said we could leave soon
you said the empty spaces
are bothersome


where did I leave my flower

right where I put it

where?

in your hair.

Oct 17, 2007

'It's Cuter This Way'

the rain: at the edge
of everything

the sky: upside down
in a puddle

cuesta. red cloud motel.

corners running into corners
sinus headache. torn paper objects.

I hate it here..

Oct 15, 2007

untitled

halotrichite hair. tube socks.
slutty spine. tender hyphen.

Nina finishes her cig, gets up and slides over to the fridge.
Takes out a glass bowl, filled with lemons. She loves their
still, bright light. She sets them on the small table, next to the jar
filled with flowers.

can you hear their tiny
watery, murmurs?


he smiles & turns around ..

the lemons or the flowers?

flowers

didn't I give you a yellow one?

no

shouldn't there be some sort of seasonal veggie in that bowl?

no.. I like lemons when it rains. I'm going to log on.

why?

I want to label IP addresses.

nah, don't. get back in bed, you need rest.. I'll rub your back, we'll listen to the rain

Oct 12, 2007

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wavy clasp. electronic
moon trance. secret
listen:      long
bird. (we should have kept it)

    gravel. thighs.
skinny sky_lines.

    smooth walking. a key turning.
fibrous cores.

     walls. terminal. torn
polyester membrane.

dented mouth approaches nude legs

please.. no one lives here

wet hair spread out on bare mattress
slender wristwatch
fiercely ticking

Nina rolls over:
icy black
tattoo
on the small of her back


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