Friday, February 3, 2017

Your face against my chest
is the answer to my
frustration and anger.

Monday, May 9, 2016

the world I want

The world I want

in the dark angles
on the soft moonlight
of your placid face

Wednesday, January 20, 2016



Touching my lip this morning
I thought of your small fingers moving across my mouth
In my hair
Warm small fingers touching me

Sunday, January 13, 2013



Donate your bondage gear
To the Goodwill.

Clean it first, please.
Scrub it for days
Recondition those leather straps
And cover them in leather polish
Until they have entirely
Discovered their leather-nature;
Until they are the most supple examples
Of leather restraints
That have ever existed.
Prepare them as you would
for the President of the
United States, if he said,
"The future of our country,
Nay, the world, depends
On these leather straps
Looking like new."
Also polish up the brass
But that goes without saying.

Finally the key here,
The really essential part
Of this entire endeavor
Is to find some way
To hide, sneak into,
Record, or otherwise spy
On the Goodwill recovery center.
Of course your label (when you write it)
Will describe it as leather bondage gear.
But they won't read it, they'll just
Assume they have another bag
Of old worn-out shirts.
Eventually some poor woman in her
Forties will open the bag.

I would like to think
She would say,
"My those are some handsome leather straps."
I would like to think
She would say,
"These would make a fine present.
I'm not entirely sure what this is,
But I want one."

Of course it's always possible
She will sigh, and say,
"Another set of bondage gear.
And never in my size."

Friday, December 21, 2012



Water falls upwards in my tree
Breaking branches
Rushing up the leaves
Sluicing up the roots
From the wells we dug

Years ago, when the sun shone
When we sat on the shore
And brightly sank our boats in loam;

Who was to know those tarry planks would rise,
Drift so slowly up through earth and stone,
Stop our hearts, stop our breathing,
Stop our minds' sight

Until we walk in wood and watch through thin slats



Wearing sunglasses
We walk to Building B, East Annex.

Our new routine; a brisk walk
Through the hospital, for our
Health so to speak.

In our hipster chic. Organized;
We worked out this morning,
Breakfasted sensibly; our day
Is a bento box, this hospital visit
The long section in the middle.

Christmas Tree Man

Christmas Tree Man

Stands in the corner
When you come in he's just
Turned away
For a moment

Facing the corner
The Christmas Tree Man