four growth poems / four eye poems

GROW LIGHT

BLACK GLASS WRAPS MY PERIPHERAL VISION:
THE SPACE EXPANDS TO BECOME
(THE PAST & PRESENT FUSE WHERE THEY TOUCH)
THE EYE FIXES IN THE CEILING. SUDDENLY I GROW BEAUTY
(OVERDUE FINES SPROUT FROM THE EDGES OF LIBRARY BOOKS)
FRUIT MOLDS CRYSTALLINE,
STRUCTURED DECAY AS PROGRESS
NOW. I AM UNDER
DENSE HANDHELD SUN, COMPUTER GLOW
STRETCH THIS BACK TO MEET IT SINGING
GLORY BE GLORY


LISTEN

MEMORY / DAMAGE / MEMORY
CONSIDERNESS. THIS IS THE GARDEN:
PULL THE SPIRAL SHADE: THE WHITE EYE OPEN,
MAD ARGUMENT OVER THE INNOCENT
HIS HANDS BEHIND HIS BACK
THE PLASTIC FACE OF EARTH
GERMINATING SEEDS / THE CLICKING SOUND OF TEETH
I TWIST THE ICE CUBE TRAY. EACH RIB SEPARATES.
(SO THIS IS STEM CELL RESEARCH)

THE DEFACED COAT OF ARMS: I DIVE FOR CONCRETE
AUDIBLE SIGH. THE RAISED HAIR ON MY ARMS TWIRLS AND MAKES LEAVES
I AM GROUND SPARKED AND IMMOBILE, MY HEART ANOTHER QUIET PLACE
FOR RED FRUIT TO RIPEN



NIGHTMARE CURRENCY

NIGHTMARE CURRENCY: PLASTER MASK FEATHERS INTO
MY OWN EYE IN A DARK MIRROR
(FUTURE AND PRESENT KISS IN DISGUST)
OH GOD-- EYE GATHERS VEINS
THERE GOES MY LIMP WIFE


NONOXYNOL 9


BACKGROUND NOISE. RADIO FIRE AND I NUMB MY MOUTH
(EVEN WHEN EVERYTHING SEEMED SO IMPORTANT)
RELEASE SOME BIG DAM- UH
PULL ON IT, WOMAN. AND I SUCK IN ALL THIS BREATH
THE FLESH OF MY FEET HIT THE WALL
WHITE TILE, WHITE TEETH:
THE CAT IS GRINNING AT ME
GRINNING AT ME