Woznik ran the corner grocery until he saw a roach,
aisle three, between Life and Froot Loops, and went mad.
He died that year. Starved himself to death.
Ink forms the mathematical symbol
for infinity over a bicep.
The odor of sin lingers
in concrete blocks joined…
She's queasy over orange juice
and muffin batter rising
while shots of booze
she can't recall names for…
you are the urinal
in which men piss infidelity
when wives demur sex
Once I wrote your eyes
in the palm of my hand
while you were engaged
in the centering music.
I am a purple fashion model painting
latex smoke and metaphor
my rhythm nude and smeared like
our wild silhouettes and black & white sex…
A cold coffee growl in a kitchen
A girl brushing the color poison on the heart
of the prisoner she paints
Remember dad mad as a snake about
growing corn broken storm windows
and the farmhand who put wildflowers
and mirrors all through the barn