Saturday, January 17, 2015

Behind the Moon

I’m not clever at unlocking
doors. Never been clever with
hammers, scissors or pails.
Not good at unlatching bras,
or the mystery buried in

the darkest matter.

BFM

Saturday, November 8, 2014

One Leg

At twelve, thirteen 
I lost the reins 
to my happy goat.

Waking I see
I’m the one legged child
unable to keep up.


BFM

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Making Mud

I have been a poor collector,
abandoning hope after hope
enchantment after enchantment
charm after charm.

Instead
I collect wooden bowls
and in turn they collect dust
the dust waits for rain
the rain waits for clouds
and mud waits for alchemy.


BFM

Thursday, July 24, 2014

Smearing


Our pyroclastic remains litter our once wannabe house. 

The first great dream is always a bruising lie, leaving one feeling cornered. 

Dipping our index and middle fingers into liniment jars, 
smearing balm like war paint, with an ash chaser.

We ready for something smaller, a one bedroom apartment, apart. 


BFM

Thursday, July 17, 2014

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Hunter Gatherer

Walking the woods
gathering elm, maple, 
oak, birch, sycamore 
leaves, twigs,
patches of moss 
squirrel tufts, 
owl bones, feathers.

Hot glueing them to my
feet, ankle, calves, knees, 
thighs, buttocks, cock, 
stomach, chest, hands, 
forearms, wrists, biceps,
neck, cheeks, ears,
forehead. 

Hidden, I wait for prey.
I wait for you.


BFM

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Bulbous & Red








I must stop making declarations,
’tis foolishness, a clowns nose.
I hate clowns, scary as a viper's pit.

BFM