Winter stars

frozen garbage outside the school

thrown about by 

the wind presses a scrap paper

with the negative space of a heart

against the fence

Mixology

Everything's changing,
I never act like this,
we were brought here,
yelp pilots, I will never act like this,
being here,
but I am,
everything's changing.
My world will never be the same.
I was but one,
in this bar for whom everything will be different.
We have but changed,
smashing towards the re-skin.

a mash of skin
and muscle
smooshing and stabbing
elbows digging in
your mouth hangs open
a gasp of breath
drool escapes your mouth
the pain nearly unbearable but
if you let it happen now
it will feel so much better after
she knows all the places to touch
and it works
and she knows it

GAME DAY

On game day everything is quiet and I can take you,

Brother of Mine, out for food, 

we wait with the old people and the surviving punks 

for corner tables and you are already grossed out 

by what I will order long before

I’ve chosen

I lust for potato pancakes,  you just want a bagel

and bacon, the streets are quiet for us, the rain is like

Seattle on TV, not real deal constant wet but strong large

water that fills that streets and weighs down

the windshield wipers

We've got ideas and dreams and know what will make us feel good, 

in Goodwill I don’t have to plan anything, we let each other go,  

I’m looking for a good winter coat  but will settle 

for any number of jackets, small, old clothes 

from Asian countries fit me best

And you want a Mariners hat now that the Seahawks

have won