Disregarding the Laws of Science

She took her wings and ran
with a diamond in one ear
and another lost in her makeup kit.

I smoked a cigarette
as if I were Joe Friday
and wondered if three weeks
in her life made any difference,
difference being the answer to division,
and indifference, her way of showing it.

She fell in and out of my tumultuous dreams
disregarding the laws of science
and flew out of reach

I discovered the meaning of time,
that time is relative, relatively short,
and wasted time catches up to you.

Enabling

The slit of your skirt
enabling the perfection
of the surface
of your skin

Little water
enabling the
scenario
of my hand
on the perfection
of the surface
of your skin

Loneliness
enabling a little more
and that little more
enabling regret.

The Meaning of It All

There is a glue in my brain
helping me keep my shit together

Sometimes words make love in there
and sentences are formed

Sometimes they collide, explode,
or run away
and her doe eyes
tell me I've injured a beautiful creature

Sometimes words lie in wait
like childhood monsters
so I jump away from the bed
for fear that they will grab hold
of my legs

Brain, glue, words
Grain, whobirds
Wrainbluegourds
Blandwoolgirls

Irises

I played piano on a rainy Sunday night
swimming in a blood red bottle
of $9 Kendall Jackson
as the vase on the coffee table
reminded me
of a night
that will
never happen again.

You had bought flowers,
irises,
and asked what I thought.

Without looking up from
my magazine,
I said,
"They're beautiful."

An argument ensued,
about my not listening,
your past indiscretion,
the nature and composition
of the space-time continuum.

Somehow we ended up
in bed
with apologies,
and clothes,
and sweet nothings,
scattered around the room.

Now I buy fresh
irises
every few days
and they are beautiful
and you aren't here
to see them.

Rising and Falling

There is rising and falling
in a world of meticulous design.

Moonrise, nightfall,
a rise to power,
a fall from grace.

But the world of my design
was the sweat of your skin,
the pleasure of your laugh,
and the rise and fall
of your meticulous body,

rising and falling,
rising and falling.

Sinking

I am
sinking in fact
to that very place
you told me to go
just because
you said it.

Connoisseurs of the Dream

We are
connoisseurs of the dream
and our reach extends
beyond the car payment
and the housecleaning.

We can't sit down,
can't shut our eyes,
or douse the flames
lit in small towns
all over the world.