FIRE ESCAPE DANCING
the evening
is a burning house
(everybody out!)
leaning over
the railing
i try
not to watch you
dance
because you
dance like
a symphony
of Moths
(they terrify me)
grow wings, spread dust
dancing,
dancing
the evening away –
it’s a burning house
but moths
are always drawn to the flame.
MOON I
red moon tonight
a big bowl
of
tomato
soup
i dip
my spoon into
the eclipse
(tastes of forgetting)
i dip
my spoon
(tastes of forgiveness)
into the eclipse
(burns my tongue
and i know i
deserve it)
i. drink the moon
though it’s not
mine for the taking –
and it needs more
oregano.
FALLING-FAILING
tell me
a secret
and i’ll promise
but won’t mean it
tell me nobody
has to
die –
a n d
the ROSES
that grow Up Here
melt into
a thing of
sour cream
and leaves
i wanna trust
my gut
but the thing,
the thing,
won’t let me
and please please
pretty please
pretty you
won’t you push
me
down
until i break
down
like an old car
in the highway;
this
is too much for
me to handle,
the way desire
writes itself on the wall
over and over and over
and i don’t
want
to watch any
of
these sad
dreams of
yours
coming true.
Alien Buddha Press 