tender-cheeked girl consumes her own offering

there's a living fairy in the country

blipping out of peace

but in town

the applause is deafening

in their madness
  she wept,

in the rockness of pleasantries,

pools

       into its cobbled hands.

dried them up, saying

feed me.

I cannot drop

myth over this poem.

         to color it with history,

       I can only ask questions

        for the umpteenth time.

why

has god

forsaken

me

?

sunken, in pool

and airing out ,

     Coin.


  

Black-Out

I remember wishing that night
that I couldn't remember
that I could walk
through the black-out.

But if I'm bound to keep my mind
as your hand in mine
I prayed not to have
to keep from slipping
and we'd just be pals
together gripping
our slanting world.

Lolita 1

He said
the savior laid down at the end of the street here.
I asked him
who the savior was and
he left.

Then he stood over me here
and said
That's my chair.
I didn't say anything to him
or look at him
and he tried to pick me up

So I laid down at the end of the street here.