This I Know About Red
Of course whatever cylindrical device used to lift me—absent.
I do full well fine and good on my terrible lonesome or so
committed to some other thought: I could end my life
with a throat wire. Then out spills red gummy yarn.
These are my contents and my elaborate plan for the next
decade longing. Fools’ hide and hunger—twenty jumping
fauns ignite in a field. Match lit by a shadow’s curiosity.
Though I was not there for it, I still tasted their meat
and their marrow held a sweetness. I want to reinvent myself
as faun, blood, fire, and fevered gnaw. That when I devour
the act is starvation moved and it is my own thigh I hold
in my predator mouth. The muscle is an elastic warning.
If I die, there will be spiral instruments and my bowels
on surgical bed. If I live, I live and every animal speaks in red.
Love Two Times
There are lovers and then there are thorns and thorny lovers
Who put their fists through walls Who goblin out when dinner is left cold
Lovers tall as moon beams Some with ribs full of spite My lover
Who wears houses on her head My lover who kisses ringworms
My chinny-chin-chin itches with her rancor and ways of barter
Good instead and Not good enough Pennies in my mouth
Yes Yes in my bed until the fright runs out No I will not
Ghost I will not leave when morning comes I have known lovers
Who waste my poor bloat with tinny sounds They come and go
What I want is the green ponder of The door left open but love stays
Love makes red patterns in my scalp Love remembers blood like flower