patterns of flight

these slow, slow bites
of fast, fast food
may be the end of my patronage
for anything good

another meal alone
another blackened night
moths on the bulbs
eating at the light

i still have the coals burning
the melodies and the lines
looping like the coasters
in the fair rides of my mind

and there was something here
something i came back to find
in this turned over card catalog
this puzzling palindrome of mine

i almost believed you
when you said i'd be alright
but baby these wings
have forgotten the patterns of flight

here, here and here

yes i'm too skinny dear
eating time is weightless

in my sleep i float over
to your house of wires
winter profile
leechee eyes
hair crown wild

i am something like a transparent astronaut
i can barely hear the space heater hissing
we would start kissing
------>here
here<---------
-------------->and here
if it weren't for my
nasa fish bowl head
my conflict with gravity
my american flag tattoo
shiney shiney red white blue
white blue blue blue

normally you would start pacing
tell me right now what to do
resume
call backs
give your name
stay on track

but i'm a satellite
just out of your sight
something that warps the light
makes your heard turn
ever so. . . . .

hungry

no i'm not lonely in this one room abbey
apricot paint job
crickette loop

the hair in the drain is mine all mine
wet nest
open dictionary
car rumble
soap shortage
inside
here
the closets half used

clock tower bells attend this
sushi dinner
plastic plastic sticker
wasabi ginger
rice soggy
pick, pick, pick

the streets empty
superbowl sunday
football shaped cakes at the supermarket
i wanted to give you one
white laces
you say
what are you doing with this?
clock tower bells
your moving mouth unaudible
the palm of your right hand expanding in size
your eyes lower
here climb up
i see that you are tired
i'll fold my fingers around you

yes love,
i am still jobless
still
hungry
hungry
hungry