Untitled Standard Love Song, 04142014

You mention yr secret
     like a chipped front tooth
     shot across the grapefruit sky
     yr smile     smoke trails behind
And I defer
     slice my name in two
     spray its pieces with
     hundreds of random numbers
     where they feed     I feast

Now you
know me.

Untitled 07182013, second draft

I don’t give a shit
About the jungle
Or your long trek
To profitable madness
As I sound out that place’s strange name
Sweating, mosquito-thick, blood green
Impossible to itch
An incantation
The machete blade
Turns to coin.

Reminding my shrink of this story
He hands over a live freshwater trout
I really can’t compete.