CENA PER DUE [DINNER FOR TWO]

your eyes
two pools of mud
i slip into forever

your stare
pierces like
a gondolier’s paddle
on the surface
of murky
venetian canals

as if I had forgotten
to salt the spaghetti
or boldly snapped the strands

rather than
relaxing
and letting
them slide gracefully
into the simmering water
slow-dancing in the pot

YOU FALL HARD

you fall hard for lovers, brother.
you fall facedown on the pavement
so you bruise both for arraignment and for only you to bear.

you know you ought to wear a helmet,
nobody could ever tell you,
how many times must your teeth be kicked in by the police?

you fall so hard for hand-in-hand,
wake to sink your head in sand,
you forgot that nothing lasts forever.
you forgot that nothing lasts forever.

NOUVO LEAN

the toothpicks are in need of refilling, pricks poised to sting:

to shoot steam-pressure-heat like a hanoi hickey.

now
picking and cleaning
the wound:
iodine,
gauze;
amateur job.

then
onto the panini place,
not small itself – just the one
that i wanted.
met a sweet kiwi named sophie
and fronted,
told her she had a south african twang.