no doubt, get loud

I dig you, darling.

Would you please get the fuck out

of my head awhile?

The earth I trudge on

groans, shrieks cautiously, and sighs,

reminders anew.

June 2005, Redondo Beach, California.

Minutes before I moved to Las Vegas.

All I can do now

is pretend I cannot hear,

save for the gavels.

water running dry

he kissed me much like that of a dying fish --

vapid, cold eyes, 

pungent body desperately flouncing about 

in the hopes 

that something significant might occur.

November 2009, Edgewater Park, Mount Vernon, Washington

spear in hand,

I deftly killed the fish

without so much as blinking. I

pierced the most tender part of him

and watched his existence fade out.