Insomnia

To fear
dreaming or the
tapped process
remember – at all.
the feeling before
sleep? scratching
glass painless
fingernail tearing
through the quick
knuckle drop deep through
the mattress and
crusted bloody, hoary dirt
meets soaped, squeezed
skin passing
against the floor
meeting the warm-shell
Earth long forgotten
volcano imagery
hustles my genitals
waists sink and
breathing apparati rise
My body is an
awkward organ: heavier
than I remember
limbs bloating, a think apart
from the
thickening dream water,
leaves me

First Love (K Zinaide)

As the boat carries on
down dark waters beatings
aside chill and milk waves and
figures, deck-shadows and
star-reams - the females - white-
strong and ivory held
melt through moonlight
in quiet procession singing
from the leaning deck
Fa la la for my love is young
Fa la la for my love is young
Wreathing on again white flowers a
hymn for the water glass the boat
steadies on - leaving a
trail of snakes and open
river-polished flesh

Around the water is all acid coffee
house poet - Morose in its tag down
while the words beat
While up falls to down
down - down
And such
flails the lyrical water

Sudden is the break of spirits
tangible like shot glasses up -
is bottles, harsh corporate jargon as
the beaches give way to shore to
a flash of men hairy and weaving
as only white-capped male figures can -
rapt in the distance: a
keg and two-cent party cups
in the center of the
ass beatings, the ping-pong games

'They they are! One the shore! By the light
All horns and trimmed-up daggers' (gasp)

In all box-wine frenzy, the
Bacchins raize the air of water and snakes
Infuse the sweet bosoms on the boat
with obvious scenes, boring endings
(though two with candle-light vigils)
and hymn drops
to the shouts, the torn lace guess
they prick and cock to pieces
'Hey, Ho, I am young!'
'Hey, Ho, for I am young!''

And torches loom in neon beer
burning up the smoking shells
Eyes gleaming as eyes gleaming under
mini-skirt light
Tiger skins, chains of gold
Gold-laces boxer-briefs, we'll-find-our-bush-
alrights

'Hey, Ho, hey, ho, for I am young!
Hey, Ho, hey, ho, I am young!
Hey, Ho, hey, ho, I'll throttle you
Golden Showers! Hey
Ho, Hey
Ho, We'll triple team all
you Bitches!'

And maidens tighten on widest bow
Narrow their hips to skinny
strings - and silence - their throats
dead weight, eyes searching
as searching in the
pale moonlight

They cannot stir - the boat makes for
bank Against the better wishes
of better wishes
and boat controls.

Makes for bank? Slowly, under snake
plank wood and curve metes the meters
Coffee house beat and Tarot card
shiver

Down that track, Jack

But wait - the circle untested raises
alarm, patting out rhythm on hip-bearing
arms - And - What!! - Tenderly, page-turningly
Moon-light outliningly the
purest and fairest of maidens arises!

FRIGHTEN and HAIL-STORM the maidens assault
SPEECHLESS and HEARTSACKED by hymen tumult
MOONLIGHT and LAKE-LIGHT and glint off of gold
The girl with the bright eyes and HIPS of untold
- jumps from the boat! -

Men upon men upon man upon man
Twirling and Hurling and fire up the pad
Deftly and Deptly her spin takes it all
Dactyls and Tractyls and fractals agloat!

Five by and Ten the showl to their jowls
Words by and Lake by and moon upside down
Iambs and triambs and tertiary feet!
All into Rumble - All into Heat!
And away (away)
Back to the boat:
The sky which
blazes in heaven-like dark
Illuminates a lone object on the bank
A shirt-label from the Gap
or is that her dropp'd white-flow'r'd wreath?

The smoke trace of man sweat
hangs off shaggy LA carpet
under the wine barring heat - And far off
'Hey, Ho, this is that And
'Hey, Ho, this is this And
'Hey, Ho, here you come'

Evening in chaos, not the least on the boat
White Maidens a-faint, White Maidens a-choke
But instead of spilling lava or lifting up mushroom
clouds - let's just agree
it'
s a wreath on the bank

On The Petersburg Metro

For his breathing was
a thin blade against
gravel on the ground
tried to slip my now delicate
fingers under the black
plastic handle,  no
crushed grit under
the ensuing leverage
gored my pebble knuckles into
fragments into now singular
now electric wrist frayed and
sharply stretching even the
young man winding his wooden beads
and cross looked up