Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Love, love me do

Oxyparoxysm
.
I am not available for love,
. . . . . not amenable to being touched;
. . . . . do not try (try!), don't ask of me (ask!)

Monday, August 01, 2005

Touch of Gray

Confectionary
.
Is it a bad thing
to eat an entire
. . . chocolate crumb cake,
. . . . . . not in one sitting but maybe
. . . . in the course of a day
. .. all by myself
. . standing inside my aloneness
with nothing more than "sweet"
. . . . . . "chocolaty" abiding there?
.
At day's end, cake eaten,
I collect its crumbs into a corner
of the box, tip it up, and the sugary remnant
tumbles with sweeping finality
. . . . sweetening my lips and the spaces
. . . between my teeth.
.
My imaginary wife enters, touches my hair,
says I'm getting gray.
.
"It's powdered sugar," I say.