“mature”
hands.

seem to
articulate
something

but

it’s not clear

the “largest
organ” thins
toward trans
lucence

but

will probably
never
achieve it.

will opacity
clothe me
to the end?

this worn
flesh
will not
say

what is soft
in these tendons

& bone scaffold

tightly set hinges

at the jaw, in
finger joints

(the instruction
is, continually,
get soft, soft)

but something
springs up; this
is not fem, is it?

or is

it? we like to play
it tight, hard,

“we like to do it
rough,” she sang

rolling it around

and around

i’m looking
in the mirror.

“you’re like a geisha”
she said, “don’t take
this the wrong way”

what way is
that? thinking

how soft movements
can kill…

the way my jaw
clicks you’d think
it spring-loaded

oh the resistance
powering this hinge
be ware all ye
who enter here

the pink is not quite
pink, but an organ
having chords
glissandos
rhythm

a touch tone
button

muscle can dance, tick, tick,
can shift up down point

toes. can in sensate though
deeply tired, knowing it

where the skin breaks a
bruise to surface spreading

something hurts / let go / he
says “intensely” a freedom

the mouth opens, ticks
wrists like crickets / i say

much too heavy for this
thin frame. a frequency

muscle through fat, blood
through epidermis, is a

feeling, i like it, is a city
she said, opening her mouth

now thrusting hands back
mimicking wings now

one shoulder leads, chin
points up one sky; polish

with palms / vocally
he tells portends what

might come. to keep this
rigor from setting in

[based on a poem written in As-Is.]

attempting a poem
with tired fingers

what might you,
flesh, dictate into

my recorder? mind
like “rusty antennae”

picking up signals
from far away

heard through fuzz
one interprets

with faulty tools

what sounds
what silence

one last thing before. and then the last thing, before. is just before
and then what will. seemingly what will, and it would and it will, and
before that will happen, just that one last thing before. and then,
be fore it can, before anything else, it must. but first, and foremost,
and any case, just then, before what happens, but first, just, now.

moving
from one object
of “comfort”
to the next

creamy taste
on the tongue

hollowed blanket

pillow in a darkened
room

prolonged touch

no consequences
please

(impossible)

just to dream; shut
the door

this body is not
weatherized

the
body is
a magnet, clearly

the source of
all this
trouble

is a crazy cool
blonde at the top
of a bell tower
she’s in love with
the grey-suited
American he
looks worried but
she is the one
falling…………