10/16/2007

for precision's sake
ill bring my shaving blade

each early morn
ill rise in the dark before dawn

lift it to my face
with the muscles in my arms
that i use to lift concrete blocks
at the site

you'll wake up then, too
nakedness spilling pink
like a flood of industrial hand soap
across the hotel room

if you are liquid
then, the small of your back is the meniscus

if you are coffee grounds
and boiling water
spitting and steaming
like a boxer
fighting in an outdoor arena
during winter

then i am sinking
into the descending hallucination
the blow allows