Deborah dans l'ombre

Deborah dans l'ombre

L'amour pour mi âme e plus de ta résistance. Serge e facile quand il désire dévorer ta coeur. Je parle "Alle! Alle rapide!" mais tu pense et pense et quand tu pense, Serge arrive dévorer ta coeur. Je souhait que ta vie et plus de ta désespoir, mais tu cri plus larmes, plus que le verre de vin, et quand tu e triste, Serge, facile, arrive dévorer ta coeur. Le tableau en ta boudoir e pas pour l'écriture sur vie o sur beauté, mais pour tu écrire sombre, tout le temp! Serge entre ta boudoir pour dévorer ta coeur, et tu désire pas voir le soleil. C'est pas important qu'il tu ruines? Quoi et passion pour tu? Quand tu dit "Je souhait j'ai Felix," o "J'espère désespoir pour lui!" o "J'ai pas le grâce requis pour cette vie," encoure et encoure, Serge arrive dévorer ta coeur. Tu vieux être un tragédie. Je dit a tu, "T'ai pas de joie dans ta vie! Pourquoi tu es ici?" Tu fondre dans larmes et Serge arrive dévorer ta coeur. Je souhait que tu encontre bonheur, mais, tu ne pas tu aide. Malgré mon espoir, cette soir, comme tous les soirs, Serge arrive dévorer ta coeur.

from "Corea"

Smoke in the Eye

At a tricky game of cards,
dealer wears a top hat,

holds a magic wand.

Taro on the boulevard.
Clairvoyant gypsy

in the house of Aces.
Smoke in the eye;
stack the chimneys;

smoke blown from nostrils;
drink in the hand of 

businessman minstrel –
swallows the bird and

vomits tomorrow.

Last night, yesterday went

washed off with whiskey.
Today has lasted too long

and will find itself in

the toilet bowl again.

from "NorthEast"

'Detroit, Half-mast'

Detroit, half-mast.
It's better than this.
The citizens know,
but its neighbors have given up.
Its heartbeat was lost to something cheaper.
Now all the ornaments -
that don the names of those who
caused its heart to beat -
stand tall
and abandoned.
Yankee Doodle plays in forgotten Detroit
on the outskirts of city-proper
where buildings long ago burned.
Foundations sag in the shifted earth,
houses split apart.
Families sit on the cracked steps
of their front porches
as their children play through
the streets
where grass grows wild.

from "Corea"

A Sip (or was it a bottle?) of Wine

A spider lurched over
my tongue to my cheek
and started a web.

She crawled the ribs

of my mouth 

and planted her strand of silk
on the opposite side.
She wove her net throughout,
stole sweet, and puckered my mouth.
She caught a fly.
I swallowed both,
she and her meal.
Her web remains.
Her venom’s in my blood today.