Pink

Pink is the color
of blushing flesh
or is murder in the rain
one blossoms
one goes down
the drain
pink lemonade
follows the curb
to the gutter
and the drain
of
words diluting
into
watery
sweat

Taken, Not So Taken

MORE THEN THAN NOW
USED TO BE A LOT
BUT NOT SO
LATER
WHEN THINGS WERE
NOT SO
TAKEN BUT THERE YOU
ARE
THE WAY IT WAS
OR WAS NOT MORE
THEN THAN NOW
USED TO BE
A LOT
BUT NOT SO
NOW
WHEN THINGS
TAKEN
USED TO BE
A LOT

Woman in Alaska

Her muscles
The swing of the axe
Her hair in pink plastic
Rollers
The way she sat on a chair
The way
She smelled
The blanket her body
Made
The goose-bumps
Kindling the fire
Fur in my mouth
And
Breakfast.

Anomie Anonymously

Anomie
Anonymously
Emerging
Disappearing
In a room
Of tubular emptiness
Meeting as virtual particles
Testifying wordlessly
To the vacuum between them
Appearing
Disappearing
Re-appearing
Never closing the distance
Never touching
A shadowy dance
Around an imaginary fire
Some almost things
full of fleeting pinholes
Of faux illumination
Flash and die
Beneath the spinning disco ball
Above the empty floor.

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