cold cold heart

My mother bore me by the virtue of never taking anything too seriously-- save for the ridiculous -- and in this it was her talent to behave most comically in anger and sadness and to relieve us of the fear of such moods taking shape as the big truth. (The big truth being that lumbering giant who goades and pushes at our sides and shoves our jeans up to the calf to say the ankles hairy and everyone knows it)

As it hangs

As long as you are alive, I think--- There
is the Possibility. And happiness waits for no man
but me. Like the arc of a slow dive that goes on
curving for years toward the surface of this
& reaching the water, finds it is a fish, afterall---
This is my life

idea- craigslist hijacker puts up want ad for someone to teach him to drive their car aka let me kidnap you

what is love but

what is love but one lizard trying to catch the other?

the other one, darting away

the glimpse of

the curve of

a tail. the thought of all those little lizard feet.

its enough to make me cry, daddy.

wear am i going to go with a lizard

wearing these shoes, my boa constrictor belt

made in Turkey by orphans

and love-starved slaves. Where have I seen them before?

All with their heads down, those limp bandanas they wore

wrapped around their heads

they held up their heads,

the snow caps in the background glistening.

show me the winter lizard.

i do not believe he exists.

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show me the winter lizard


I do not believe it exists,

the snowcaps in the background,

their held up heads

those limp bandanas they wore,

those love starved ones-

Where have I seen them before?

Maybe in Turkey. Orphans,

wearing boa constrictor shoes.

Where am I going to go with a Lizard?

Its enough to make me cry, daddy.

the tail, all those little lizard feet.

the curve of

the glimpse of

the other one, darting away.