Stuff from old Xanga

Here are the sonnets (and I use that term loosely in the same way that PGriff used it loosely) I did for creative writing a while back:

"Tennessee Sleep"

Asleep, you dream of machines,
chugging and churning,
with gears spinning in your head,
twitching your arms and legs.

I pin you down.
Slap your cheek.
Sweat wetting your body,
you open your eyes.

You throw me off,
sit up straight and tell me
the days are numbered
ever so sequentially.

I pull you back, kiss your nose
and say: only in America.


"Urges in a Car"

Driving my big grey box,
tiny wheels and leather skin.
spine aligned with the seat, ten and two.
The wheel shakes with speed,
with the speakers thumping a well-worn rhythm.
Windows rolled down low,
cold air shaves my cheek.
The vibrations un-Velcro Sunday School lessons.
Swerve a little to the right, or to the left,
into oncoming lights or
into your house, your big screen TV,
with the green peas halfway to your mouth.
It's nothing personal,
I just want to hear the sound.


"Your Sweater Vest Delights Me"

You found me in the February snow, still and plastic blue.
Kneeling down, you grabbed my head,
and squeezed until my skull shattered,
crushed strawberries spilled onto your white hi-tops
kick my chest four times until my heart starts.
Slipping in heat, hair static straight,
my hand found veins galloping in your neck.
You gathered my internals in your flannel,
carried me to your warmth, where
our knees made geometry
between the pinstriped sheets.
I woke to find your
eyelashes in my hair.


"City Mouse, Country Mouse"

The city lights blind the stars,
but if we were in the country
I'm sure the stars would blind our eyes.
So it was well that we met
in the city, under the flourescents,
shivering and fidgeting with our thumbs.

If we had been in a field or pasture,
how far we would have had to walk
to find your bed in all its warmth.
So it was well that you persuaded me
on the street, in the cold,
shaking and tripping on our feet.

Under concrete canopies and telephone wires
is the only way I could have been made.