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Halloween

carving a Jack o' Lantern
for my daughter a happy
one a grinning orange
head made for light long
cuts for the mouth & rounded
triangles for its eyes
teeth are so hard to cut
I cut my finger blood all
through seeds & pulp
my daughter stanches me
with napkins with iodine
later we cut the lights
put the pumpkin on
roast the seeds & eat

Drunk in the Window Seat

that Halloween on Irving
with the Bad Brains sleeping
curled into scarlet cushions
red noise blanketing me
then no noise no people
lit streets me like some
one dead after retreat
a bombed body dreaming
masks float away with arms
akimbo legs striped chests
cluttered with bullet
holes awake in the window
dimming sky gone gone

This Lunar Eclipse

clouds obscure it
tinged red these clouds
the moon's face
now probably redder
than my tongue
craters scarred red
then copper brown
then black the moon
clouded by earth
large shadow
over the horizon
over the bank of clouds
the stone frozen
moon of mind

Mars Not Blinking

as the stars do
has a red tinge

red is red
blinking hasn't

changed Venus
curse me thanks

she doesn't hold
him enthralled

the hot embrace
red warty one

shaky armor
a catch to flip

How Could I

mistake myself for Christ
so uncool all my vices
cussing drinking no

go amongst beggars old thieves
children nowhere except bed
or the fridge

I moan & toss & pity
myself for all I'm worth
did Christ's blood

boil out His body flex
off microbes healed & healed
He must have

swelled with so many fish
under His belt but no
worms

they never rent Him as they
do me squirming around as I
mistake Him

Flesh Offering

pinched my nose
to bleed
only look clownish
unlike clowns
who have dress code
like the five
habits crossing
the street of roses
stare at my nose
red bulb attached
by fire to my face
a fire that never
burns humor
doesn't rise above
shimmer with the sun
dance with angels
my bleeding nose
does

Flounder

worst could happen
I know
a bad thing
fish with two eyes
on the same side
of its head
silty ocean bottom
blend into mud
churn for food
how boring the side
to side looks
how magnificent up
appears even if
I never
swim there

Alone

alone like evening enough stars
hot here
can't mess around under starlight
neighbors get suspicious
ramble
stare at nothing no lightning bugs
no bullfrogs no bats
no winds
damn hot a giant owl perches
on the power line then it finally
flies away

Birdfeeders

kentucky has built two beautiful
birdfeeders from old gate posts
she's smeared a couple of corn
cobs with peanut butter & propped
them atop so that the whole looks
bullish in the misty air though one
has two grapefruit shells strung
from its jaws & filled with bird
seed sparrows titbirds jays come
to roost cardinals too feast along
with crows finches & others

Grub

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