poetry – One Round Corner

childhood memory

centerless spheres
     ricochet
off
          borders
of 
   infinite
            regress

the softer the hit
the farther they click-
clack

into the fold 
     of bottomless
          reverb

and the scent
of the vague odor
echoes
       forth

from an evaporated
childhood

porous stone

a blanket
slipped 
into a barrier
tumbling 
down a hole
in a gesture
lost
without a trail
of sand
to slurp up
with both hands

bed head thread

the blanket 
on a thread
makes a bed
where threadless
threads pour
from the head
unless cut
short the blanket
ceases to omit
the unfit feet
that cry floor
but cannot follow
the thread through
the open door
in the bottomless bed
of a threadless head

Man-Made

When I was older
and lived on the anonymous
side of town,
I'd find a private 
hidden room
in a forgotten building
and simulate 
a multitude of escapes,
but as the years
grow younger,
the perimeter shrinks.
The resources dwindle.
And the chair stiffens
for the man made now
of loose belts
who begs,
"Adorn me with
one more place
to dream of cages."

And the typewriter attempted its own escape.

flush in the froth

dislocated bodies
slosh back and forth
on the bleeding deck

distended bladders
gush
into darkness

elongated vertebrae
clunk
through steel eyes

enmeshed sacs of meat
sway
under airborne scissors

exhausted fibers
hun loosely
in the hull

embittered plumes
strum out
beloved chords
lost to the deep

string cradle

erratic eyebrows
on the tail 
of a pendulum

a rickety grin
in the pocket 
of a scaffold

a swinging uvula
between the posts
of a vestige

a sweaty pate
under the loop
of a lethal yo-yo

material yeast

milk circles
spore constellations
ground sponges

wet, molten,
striated,
and stretched

the outer ring
is the center

Horse Power

horse glutes gunfire
action

horse mane
braids

horse chompers apple
toothpick hay

horse hoof horseshoe
rubber

horse eyes celestial
orbs

horse gallop sliced mechanical
bread

chopped hazelnut

split across
polyester screens

cut by 
the echo of feathers

divided into 
coffee stains

hewn down 
to gestural stubs

junkyard cusp

two chasms
straddled

territories
denuded

containers
emptied

machines
stripped

rib cages
busted

endless purposes
await