Dragking

After school fun

Straight from the streets and onto the stereo

Some mothers dont trust you

Your trying your luck but that girl is hysterical

You smile like money and chewing gum

You know me so well its like you see the future

He'll be a car salesman, 

married to the girl you told a big secret.

Pouring soda onto flames

After holidays come days of the week

Sundays are half inspired

Late afternoons are perfect for rendezvous

Early off work and killed by a traffic light.

That man on the street is a woman

I peer at that light past the windows

but they're all peebrains in this tindertown.

I sleep with three pillows and sometimes with books

I have to write better, refract the light in my window

straight from the streets and onto stereo.

Careless song

Your born again American,
I'd like to weep into your rearview.
It's been years since I saw you,
If I was a careless song
I know I'd get along.

I'd like to loose you so I can run.

I'd like to sync but I just sink.
Your born again, so mean and cruel.
I'd like to loose so I can run
away from you.

An ode to Love

Tar stretches like a bed.
In the vacant lot, letters burn:
OPEN

The breath of barking dogs
by the sharp headed rocks.
A brittle rope dangling.
You slip, I laugh.

Teeth of neon green, eyes lovingly.
Arms around my neck, teaching me to dance.
After twelve the lights go out.
He leaves an open door
and quiet by the side of the road.

Against the wall

I prefer the shade,
when no-one's looking.
Put me in the corner;
hands between plates,
a newspaper.

Upon the mantle,
a hardy bunch;
stalk kept straight,
mulched and wet,
yet so loose, almost collapsing.

Next to a cabinet: three animal masks
mounted on the dining room wall;
the winding hall and then the door.

Mothertongues

Mothertongues guarding christmass-rose beds
Heads struck songless, pictures without souls.
Birdbeaks, bird eyes; curious and alone.
Feed a fly watching the meat you carry,
Hurry, hurry along.

Flanders, Belgium

Flanders, Belgium