Detailed Privacy

writing sideways on feathered lines
much more than you will hear
if it's no now
it was never yes
now
come find me, I am not hiding
I am picnic pretty, prepared
for olive salads and mayonnaise stains
dappled and depleted sundress yellow
this is not the color
of next time
go into the public space
so that I may steal you away
they are embarrassing
high-waters & flood laughs
I am your detailed privacy
the walls of your breath
which echo alone, alone
safely alone,
come find me there.

Elephantal Humans

eugene asked why I liked women
I should have said hectocotylus that's why
invertebrate hypodermic insemination
duck sex with screwdriving gangbangs
that's why
but that's not what I said
elephants are matriarchal
built with chastity-belt shaped penis-clits
it's true, penis-clits
for the drum-footed and giant-hearted,
their consent is holy, is sexy, is built-in
my dark friend from cameroon
thinks lesbian sex is practice
likes his girlfriend to kiss girls
but not other men, so I said
Eugene, I just like elephantal humans.
more often than not,
their earthsuits are female
just as the packages you prefer
that's why
but when your girlfriend prefers other lips
to yours
her yes is holy,
her kiss is never practice.


*This poem has also been posted here: http://exfic.wordpress.com/2014/06/13/elephantal-humans-by-laura-taylor/?preview=true&preview_id=219&preview_nonce=45e95c92f1&post_format=standard
Special thanks to the folks at EXFIC.

Uziel Bermoy

the day uziel died
there was silence
so deep
no one knew what to say
we wanted to believe
there was a plan
but Cheryl's baby
slipped out
in a silly jaunt to the store
uziel isn't alone
in the purposelessness
of death,
the bad-timing of good-bye,
with silence so heavy
we are all waiting
for the reason why.

Tomorrow Never Comes

To me, it's like this.
science is another word for magic

she is the paid-for-whore
willing to bend or stretch

if you hold her just right

less grotesque in that
she does it all eagerly

whether or not you
are there to see

life is consciousness

in the spiraling black hole 

a shadow song from an oubliette

a sudden and forced forget

hopes are tears on colored ink:

Jesus-blue & Vishnu-green bleed
together
running in mud 

idols whose purposes glide

while psalms are dutifully sung.
lemmings for the dip!
religion is flawed-

only despair has need for god

there is no meaning
but the one you lend

no kind or evil but a concept

faith exists
in the moments before sleep

when tomorrow is a promise
the universe will keep

but tomorrow never comes

in the protestant lips
of sunrise and sunset,

time is the mouth of now 

question is the sigh of why

reason is the breath of yes. 

Frankenstein's Monster

this frankenstein message
is stitched with decomposed past tense
to infant present participle
don't mistake it for health
it's zombie gait is thirsty
for some way to find the words
that you need to say
that it needs to hear
tell it, awkward or not
the sadsong lullabyes
should grow to be an illfit
that it may not be swan lake,
but that the ostrich dive
will not help
there will always be burning pitchforks
in it's mind
there is only one path down the mountain
coo softly, woo sweetly
it will shake the monster flakes
and be the thing
that beauty born beautiful
could never be

If Everyday Were Monday

if everyday were monday,
the one petal of the week
where our arms lace
we'd never see tuesday mornings
when the trash truck sounds
like khaleesi's dragons
looking through this window
trying to ask a question without words,
monday has turned into night
and we may only be two ships
dodging harbors
I am resigned-
heaven's last name is hell
the flower of our time
has been built by
stems of before-we-met
leaves of leaving
yet the color of our kiss
is where you and I blend,
and has grown
in the brief season
of a trend.

Unique to American Geoscience

deconstruct our face into modern hieroglyphs
cave paintings for steel trains
the veins of an incendicite continent
useless but for questing
make it our face,
we know what the search is
the rock crush creating painite
eventually
both portlands are arms stretched
democracy sternum ready
but like any word or truth,
staring too long creates dilution; delusion
both portlands are arms stretched
and we
are the face.