True Love

Sweaty sheets entangle her
Pantiless figure without protecting
From the immodest pierce of
Eyes angled from the bathroom
Mirror

Matted hair entangles her thoughts
Within a bronzed-better version
Of self without shameful squirm,
From his touch, away and detached,
Numb

Bedside table Bible entangles moral
Character denying room 215
With a dim light bulb and
Cigarette burns on the quilt
Where, on top of her, he grunts
March 14, 2000

Playwright

Pulling away from the foreground
Temping with beer and freetime
Release the bond, watch the trap lapse
Flinch, to fear a recurrence
Or deterrence
Deflect my devotion, emotionless,
Shun indecisive commotion
Where I, aimless,
Wrestle, settle and lunge
Only to begin again
Backward to the bluescreen I
Accepted with sinister faith
I watch my blocked movements
Scripted, painless
Ponder what that clue meant-
When you fell in love
The stage kiss caused a stir of truth
March 14, 2000

Hospital

Decapitation seems a fitting thing for a day like today
Children without a mother and a guy without a finger
And that bitch tells me he needs to grow up-
No, you need some compassion, lady, a heart transplant
At least you took his blood pressure to tell us everything we already know
Sorry, Karen Davis is no longer here, she left hours ago
Like he did last night
And just like his dad in a lawsuit over this same shit
I'm bored or angry or enlightened
I should hurt myself to gain full access
Preying on the injured and unhappy- at least now you have a pamphlet
And I'm directly cut off from the world in this bomb shelter of suffering
I'm still hungry
March 5, 2000