One Year Old Poems

1.

In my dreams I’m running red lights

After nights of sex telepathic fights

I’m shunning mostly; intermingled, fingering

New heights in masturbatory thinking

Awake I’m rubbing against the substance

Its different from the

Metaphysical intermingling of

The laugh track men who hold me

Into sleep. It pivots on that one word just

I keep on missing exits

The street nexus, just a real trance

I’m coming back to the thing you lost

Coming hard

We just wanted to dance

 2.

The echos of my self

Cast shadows on the roof.
Drawn into a homily,
They drop softly on the doors

Even I begin to sigh

And rub my eyes for rest.

If I could just lie

And say here in my chest
 

That time beats slow,

And forget in sleep what's left;

But the murder of my soul

Reaches back to bother me.

It mumbles without sign.

My heart resigns in anger

And again I harden and enshrine

The clutter in my chest.