Two Poems About Perversity

Perversity (March, 2008 )

At night or in the morning
when I get restless and my
organs twist, I relieve myself
by imagining

humiliation, pain
contempt, defeat.
Why don't I
imagine love?



Perversity (March, 2007)

Not the feel of flesh,
nor the fragrance or
anything that touches the skin,
it's far away,
light entering my eyes,
a flutter brush with the outer filaments of nature,
the biology of far away,
hidden way back
in the angel breath of memory.