Human Father Artist
Originally performed on 01/15/2017 at Your Stories
Listen to the performance here — my part begins at 35:35
Originally posted October 2011, edited and updated
The cold of your eyes soften the blisters of these flames.
You’re holding my attention with a kings ransom. Our mutual gravity pulls each other part, fueling the bonfire.
lips with strings attached
hang idly across your apocryphal mobile.
a jocose reflection,
gamboling about my anamnesis.
our peripheral ilk, askance,
I view my headless trunk,
an ill expanse of years
of lush dalliance,