Saturday, September 29, 2012

Post-graduation

The water hose was left running
We came out the spout
hand in hand but eyes
swimming
in all directions

slack jawed eels told us
which way to flow
swampland orgies where they're
building the City
          bigger

With both hands she lifts up
electric lines, budding
liquid light

it is beautiful but
           blinding

For anything
     Don't let go

Sunday, September 16, 2012

Hunger Prayer


Needing
brute sound
peels out a chorus of pig snouts
each hair on their nostrils       quivering
three more shoulder up to the trough
knowing its time

Dark
and burning
with patience the spiders
wait
for meat to come wandering on wings
seeking slop pile gluttony
but caught

Custom
to bow
the head before a meal
but sometimes
saliva stings
so fast beneath your tongue
it is prayer enough