freak thermometer

Women who use chewing gum in their aspect
Can be seen here on the streets of Calcutta
Jostling for space with other mouths that draw attention
As they come in groups or single
But it is something about them rolling their tongues around
Busy cheek by swarthy jowl



This is not my focus, it is the fluff
So soft on my face
In soft light in a soft breeze
It lulls me to sleep
I’m sad but poetic
That would do I think
One way or the other
With my final sigh
I’ll remember my father and mother

suite apres-midi

Frenzy
Like chopping at potato
With a furious knife
Whatever comes out
Is alas
frenchified

whenever you start on that
walk
you gather sunset and carry it
forward
in the distance
your light is golden

my bark reached the beach
and then did I sound whiney
with my pupils dilated and my wits forfeit
I feel beat and my feet feel tiny

Hammer on skin
Has never produced
Anything more rousing
Naturally
The hair stands
And all within that’s hiding