drunk descending a staircase, in high heels

Kijo_Descending

you

skipped steps
in your descent

lost time
lunging

oops, oh
there you go

he’s alright
she’s alright

we’re all alright
but down you come

down we
all come

eventually

 

 


 

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Deadwood

All the browns of the world
From her trunk spill forth.

Though her boughs still sway,
Scavengers pilgrimage to her silent decay.

Eat and leave replete.
Hasten her return.

To rot is to be taken apart
As passionately as you were put together.

 

 

 

 

 


 

Secret Public Meetings

She meets me in sleeves of flowers
and ants around her neck.
Where does she come from
and where does she go?

She greets me
in unabashed bloom,
where everyone can see
but no one is watching

our secret public meetings,
in metro parks, on city sidewalks.
I feign indifference, pen my ecstasy,
to those devoted to punctuality.

They rush by.
I stroke her throat.
I could cry.
How does she do it, again and again?