Selfless: Autumn 2007

Oh to have you

Hold your hand

Really hold it

Inside and out

Guide you up

Build your head

Take your turns

Like my own

Kiss your face

Feel my love

Quiet rocking

As I fuck you

Out of life

The Quagmire: Autumn 2007

I wake well into the day

To the groan

Of your car’s withdrawal

Smokey steam

Fills the room

From your recent shower

Your lipstick like

Bullet shells

On the Motel floor

A white sleep shirt

Droops off the TV

The war is over

Irish Marriage (Italics by Nadia)

Irish Marriage (Italics by Nadia)

Maybe when we were married in Ireland I was always happy
in the sun lying in the greenest grass you've ever seen
and having kids
while our kids danced a jig
beautiful kids
and we wore giant sweaters
and your beautiful big belly
made of the wool
your big pregnant belly
from our sheep
kissing your belly
and our faces aching every night
before we went to sleep
your protruding belly button
because we smiled too much
during the day
your big fucking milk breasts
and the lake and the swans
and our fireplace
and your smile of accomplishment
after each day
and your homeschooling
in the school house behind the house
where you shear sheep when the season came
and all our children have traditional gaelic names
and the garlic in the food
and the potatoes
and your big milk breasts
and your big fertile cock

Girl in my bed: Autumn 2005

Girl in my bed

This girl in my bed
Wears smiles proudly
Doesn’t try them on first
Or see what they’d go best with
She has the strength not to cry
When she sees my harpoon wounds
Tells me I’ll be okay
As she holds my hand tightly
I believe in her words
As I believe in cold oceans
And when her whole body moans
I know I’ll get better