Empty Sucker

You fucking sucker
Motherfucker
Lying
thieving
cheating
home-wrecker
Loveless
soulless
druggy shithead
Shoot-up
fuck-up
lifeless meathead
Care less about
your kid
than you did
about your fix
Care more about
yourself
than anything else
Use up
eat up
drink up
fuck up
take up
more space than you’re worth
Empty smile
empty heart
empty promises
empty bed
Fill your fucking veins with junk
Empty soul
and a body full of toxin
Empty the trash
and you in it
Empty sucker
Motherfucker
You made me
hurt like this

bones

You dig at my door
wearing nail marks in my frame
and hand prints in my handles
Your begging voice through walls
whines and moans
grating my ears with why won’ts

You know why
You were there when I jaded
You plead with eyes
that are sunken
dark and unseeing
unseen in the dark
The porch is cold
even the puppy door is closed

Behind the walls
bones on mine
skin stretched against them
sliding on sweat lubricant

Remember nights where I
hung ’round your step
scratching at the door
rubbing against the poles
My mark was left
But not the nails that dig your back
Now she’s jumping in your arms
she may break your neck
but she’s something I am not

Delicate.

But not the nails that dig your back
or teeth that tear your throat
She’s not the one who is on top
She’s not the one who drags you home

She yowls to the moon
between the leaves above the lawn
Pacing circles in our crab grass
Making face-prints on the windows
Impossible blonde-blue eyes
She pleads in Hellish tones

But inside
bones on mine
skin stretched against them
sliding on sweat lubricant

Ten Years

I was seventeen when he promised he’d come back to me. We’re both pushing thirty before he calls. We sit across from each other on my screened porch and talk about good times and old friends. We watch our daughters play fairy-princess dress-up though the sliding glass door. I remark at how well they get along. I can’t believe it’s been ten years. His face is the same, just a few pounds fuller. His smile is the same. His eyes are deeper. He holds my stare. He is saying something I am not really listening to, and he moves his knee over one inch to rest it against the inside of mine. For three seconds I can see nothing beyond his pupils and can only hear the sound of the hot blood rushing beneath my skin. I think I feel the porch catch fire, and everything melts. “I have to get something out of the way,” he says and he kisses me with a mouth as soft as I remembered in a hundred dreams. His left hand is in my hair and he brings it to his face and breathes in deep. “You still smell like you,” he says. My heavy eyelids blink only twice before I am called inside to make dinner for the princesses. Over-easy free-range eggs, straight from the hens in my backyard, fried lightly in coconut oil and smothered in organic catsup. He laughs, “I can’t believe I’m in love with a hippie!” I ask if it was the armpit hair that tipped him off. I smiled so much that night that my cheeks were sore the next morning. He never called again.

Ghazal 1

I am neither the rolling wave, nor the warm sand between your toes;

I am the savagery of the tide ripping away at the sea floor.

You were content to sunbathe beneath your golden curls;

I was left to pray to the desert sand for water.

All of my self-proclaimed, prophetic jetsam;

what weak ink to be sloshed upon your paper!

Now that the sun sets, you’ve come to comb for pearls;

my words are picked over, only broken shells remain.

No wonder I fall again, on knees encrusted with blood;

complete abandon, singing bhajans into the ocean.

Monsters

He’s a monster!

Screams and horror

Knuckled hands entrap tiny wrists

Her petals twirl

But drown in jet waters

Little girls don’t float like little flower boats

They sink into shadows

Masking features

so creatures can come to light

 

Monsters!

Scratch in the corners

Slink dim-lit corridors

He hides by day

Slips in and out of shadows

Blind eyes cast from passers-by

His green skin screams

so cloaks himself in blackness

and slinks with cats

 

They love monsters!

Shriek in dark theaters

Hold on, close those eyes

Screen rips

Horror spills into the isles

Automatic strobe touches skulls

Mothers weep – beg back fair

Mothers seek armor against modern demons

 

That monster!

Bat wings

silhouetting the new moon

Howling behind the treeline

Seducing angels in skirts of satin

Ancient form bent low

Insert the devil in long kiss

He lingers upon your lips

He tastes your scream

Breathes terror in deep

 

O Monster!

She weeps – but loves the drama

Ingenue, strapped to the tracks

He’s coming full force

He’s head-on

Knuckled hands hold her heart

It doesn’t float

She drowns in black waters

Screaming for her monster