New Poem.
alone in my home # 36
1. cop show
(muh) the brown man
pushes his lips together
(th) creases them with his tongue
(ur) aspirates into a roll
(Fuh) pushes his top teeth to his bottom lip
(kh) sends a burst from his throat to the air
(ur) aspirates, and coyly rolls his tongue
to let the cop know what he thinks of the handcuffs
no one’s mother
should have to be the soul train line for a word like that.
the way that word does the devildance from his lips
hollows me.
2. memory
he never used that word with me
but I listened to him crush it in his mouth
and when he kissed me with that mouth,
I tasted it.
Bitterkiss was no better a blanket
than mother, but it was his house.
3. further back
I stopped cursing 11 years ago.
let the poolwater in someone’s backyard
make a promise all over my skin
with hymns that broke knees down to singing
that Sunday morning
the man on the train
wanted me to watch him play harmonica
I buried my head in my bagel and tea
your not supposed to f-ing eat on the f-ing train you f-ing fat slob
I wet my face like a child in trouble
3. cop show again
…and he does the lip/tongue throat/teeth dance with his mouth
two more times in rapid succession
the cop spits in counterpoint
they fugue into a brown and white tangle
reggae beat flips
while the (uck) and the (f) tango like outstretched arms
the way that word does the devildance from his lips
hollows me.
Friday, November 12, 2004
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
New Poem.
Broken Ritual
I woke up this morning
with a rope around my neck
It was my own hand
new fingers had grown
woven their stranglethreads taut
pulse of handveins
tremble of throat
rhythm of a dark hymn
This is no simple noose
I will not be hanged
nor will my feet find the trembleswing like Judas
nor will I be found sisterfruit
swung from the poplar
in the army air of dawn
I will suffer by my own hand
a new flesh of rope each morning
guided under and through tightened skin
each raw rope flesh
drawn into corset spectacle
that runs spinal from the base of my head
to the folds of my hips
these braided fingers are an enemy I know