Poetry

since it was halloween anyway,
they carved a big jack-o-lantern grin
just above my pubic bone
and from inside that sinister smile
they scooped you out, pumpkin seeds and all.

has she registered
with a political party

I am trying to remember blackberries
on my tongue, and my mother’s rolling pin
flattening out the oily dough for pies

They took away our windows for two weeks,
ripped them from kitchen walls with wonder bars,
then nailed up sheets of chipboard, while we waited
for

If we tell another day with-
out wasted breath
or furtive glances set
free from hazy dreams
and desire, I could pretend
your real life
away.

In lieu of flowers,
we'll bring that time you burned
toast and stunk up the whole down-
stairs, and the sound of your boots
through empty halls. We'll bring that

The woods aren’t very deep, but you can

We had American cooking in a diner.

You play the fretted verb

                         and the firmament sheweth his handywork.<