Mad Insomnia

I'm lying and waiting
waiting for
my blood pressure to drop back
to normal again
the clock does not tick elegantly
thunk
thunk
I'm trying to be patient
waiting for my stomach to
quit feeling feeling full of holes and
my eyes to quit threatening to overflow and
I'm glad I don't get angry
very often.

Your visible collar bone
was printed in a medical
text without your permission

I recognized it instantly
the way you would have
recognized a wet skirt
stuck to my knees

or my looped
slanted handwriting
on a note
attached to said
medical text

Bird[RABBIT]sell Twins

THE NORTH IS BOMBING THE SOUTH
whispered coffee talk is all this is
because the news keeps blaring about
how Sarah Palin did a book signing
and someone at the airport can
see my candy ass
[oh my]

THE NORTH IS BOMBING THE SOUTH
not bombing particularly it's conceptual
all over the radio
there is a cold front in the southwest but Danny said
I feel good
I say I feel something building up all around the world
while you and I eat like rabbits
hungry we say
chomp on lettuce
chomp on tofu
carrots made my mom's skin turn orange
and now we are turning into her rabbit children
while Sarah Palin signs books
and some guy at the airport checks for explosives that are
in Korea

I feel sick to my stomach
It's probably just because I ate too much

I fall asleep to
the sounds of the heater--

a rush of warm breath on my neck
muffled coughing of a turbine
the snap and wind of a skydive

every night
I dream of parachutes

the desert winter

dryness cracks the skin canyons

lonely lights walk streets

filament frozen in amber

-- a timepiece for

the shadows

Blood Sport 2

you snapped the lid on
shuffled to the closet
to hide my instruments

It's such a melodrama!
I lay in bed, two versions lay
the one that had seen this before
and the one that could never
have foreseen this

I know you learned those moves on tv
your stiff hand
gently patting my back

grandfather likes his short shorts
and his truck hat—he likes to chop
wood and go to gym and watch the
news and plays windows freecell
in heaven he will continue
the 1.75×10^6 games he plans
on finishing, by god, in the
next 3 lifetimes
he can cook a medium rare steak

to perfection

grandmother likes to bicker
she likes to feed the hummingbirds
and flit about the immaculately birthed
house in the woods, remodeled within
and inch of its very life
she hikes faster than I do—still she can
quilt a mean ocean of fluorescent fish
where she swims laps daily
she bosses me around the kitchen
and we slosh our wine glasses

all together

also this:

so good

move so good
so good
move so slow
precise
seem so cold
no haste
eyes so cold
so ice

think so right
no waste
pull so tight
machine
move so nice
so good
move so slow
so clean