Humming
Don't worry.
Something flows up quickly like milk in a blue...
Don't worry.
Yellow skin, yellow sky,
The sailors have all gone home.
These are not islands plotted carefully along the jetstream.
There are mangos in the air.
Suspended flesh
Soft pressure points;
Blue cups.
Blue cast of milk teeth
Puppy's tongue curled when the axe came down,
green mangos.
Tulip petals crushed at my feet,
Purple dust of stamens covering my hands.
Poor circulation got him dead.
The axe was kinder.
Don't worry, mango skin
Something is flowing in a blue cup.
Tulip petals crushed at my feet,
Purple dust of stamens covering my hands.
Poor circulation got him dead.
The axe was kinder.
Don't worry, mango skin
Something is flowing in a blue cup.
(This is a different poem...)
Talk
Neck shadows
Align along the spine like stars
Suckle on milk-white pressure points
Quick, grasp the warble,
The end of a laugh.
Spinal curve
Uneven steps like layers of chocolate cake
Parched earth
Lizard heat
And the slow alignment of softer pressure points.
The end of a laugh.
Spinal curve
Uneven steps like layers of chocolate cake
Parched earth
Lizard heat
And the slow alignment of softer pressure points.
Love
Spaces in between
Toes entrenched
Yes, I.
No date, published in the Sonoma County Stump, Oct. 18, 1981
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