Poems by Rebecca Alford, re-cut & trashed by me; a.k.a. "I STOLE YER DAMN POEMS!"

"Tennessee"

As you machine
hug an urn
with gears in your
twitch arms and legs.

I pin
cheek.
Sweat your body
you your eyes.

You row me
sit up straight and
the days are numbered
ever so.

I pull you
say your nose America.



"Urges in"

my big grey box,
tiny skin.
spine aligned with ten.
The speed wakes,
peakers a well-worn.
old wind rolled
my cheek.
The vibrations un-Velcro Sunday School lessons.
a little to, or to,
into or
into your house,
the green peas halfway.
It's nothing,
It's just sound.



"Vest me, Baby"

found snow, still plastic blue.
down, bed,
and squeezed. until my skull
shed straw spilled white
kick my four times until my heart.
pink in static straight,
my hand found veins galloping.
You inter flannel,
carried to
made geometry
between the pins.
I wound your,
she's in my hair.



"Mouse, Mouse"

The city bind the stars,
but if we were the country.
sure would.
So well we
in the under
flourescent shiver thumbs.

If we had field
how far would we
find its arm.
So well you
its cold suede
shaking feet.

Under and wires
is the only I could.
one cold made.