Since One Night
2007

Ventriloquist, note the date
burned in my palm, pulling the strings
slit through my mouth,
confusing you as to which position
you can manhandle my spine.

Hoping to quill yourself to fame
on deeds none care to read, all the telling
ways are dead on the hybrid lips of
New York princesses.

Handstand on a bridge
collapsing from the heat of her belly,
enveloping thoughts and expanding
since one night they thought we thought
the world made sense and we were kings
and I slept well
and you never worried.