charlie jude moon - 2 poems

SPIRITUAL TIC-TACS

we traipse through
unholy homes,
twice upon
a time--

  i’ve got my blue
  genes on, 
  monday mourning
  (sunrise / rewind,

  saving our voices
    for prettier lips,
          a tongue shoved down
          the throat of a ventriloquist.

i’ve been scratching
at the surface
& you suck my fingernails 
off in your sleep--
   shearing insomniac sheep,
      picking at white
      picket splinters
                   (mud on god’s
                     welcome mat--

           i’ll try not to bleed 
           on your new sheets.




REVOLVING DOORS

The day stripped/ to birthday bones.
 stranger, strangers, you are not so strange--
     your smile is potholed, your laugh
        sounds like my childhood yawning
                                   (with bullets breathing
                                     between beautiful teeth.
       our drunken lashes
        trip down
           the sidewalk,
      eyes dancing
    with two left feet,

    question marks hooked
    around lullabied limbs.
       look at me long enough
       & i will become a recurring dream,
         kiss me— your lips will chap with déjà vu.
               we have wandered through
                        this wilting life before,
                          ask for directions--
                            i’ll point to the sun.