Jacket with Elbow Patches

Bowled over
Spilling seed daily
You stumbled upon holy land.

I am simply a bumbler-blunderer

I muddle through, too

Whoring and boring
The light darkened on Saturday sadomasochism

Who put you out
Who was first to love your bird-spirit?

You were first to tell me to laugh into echo chamber
You were first to wear it on the sleeve like newest fashion
And honesty of "I will not change."

Perhaps you are right.
Life is too short to compromise,
To try loving the wrong gods

Flutter away, caressing the lace I never wore
And severe vest
here in the mechanized chamber of holding hands
and loyal breathing.

I will never wear the crown.

Hat's put aside,
Old man-tweed
and hairbrush

Before sleep on my own.

Your squire's marked by a jacket with elbow patches
But she fights alone.
8/26/12

Three of Swords (Fuck you in Two)

Brandy kisses
Wine tears
Fake, flitting floozies
Cigarillo celebrations
Can't find my credit card
Leave me far, far in the bar
Let it mean the world this time.

It's on my sleeve, but you will remember only because you were drinking
They call it crush because the ice melts easily that way
And smoke has its own path
You are extravagant, but only sometimes
You and your dour brother, twin freakshow at the Republican circus
Stumbled embrace, lying liaisons
I told you what it meant
But when you love, you never listen

Same thumping here
Clouds rolled in
Afraid my face showed passion beyond my focus
One day I will lose it and fuck you in two
Divide your cells
Make new you with Me.

Dour brothers, mind to mind
Play out beauty, though life's unkind.
8/26/12

Love in a Top Hat (from Iris to the Magician)

He turned it over
bottomed out
Said, can you see into the quiet blackness
past the noise?
"Watch me pull a rabbit out of my void."


My face was pained
We were opposite, but our hearts one
Same tuxedo sadness and dandy-femme detail
Our shoes touched, toe to toe

Yes. I said.

"I am mirror-paned
I am your Iris."

I see only specks when I'm in love.
8/26/12