Robert Cheatham

Pocketstones

small of the back
turned like twisted copper pairs
crossed fields,
scooped into your face
resonant with alibis.
There, below,
soft circuit breaker,
tidemarks of shock,
salt conducting current,
rivulets from orbs,
another twisted strand
but
faced and separate.


Rings

sidereal conjunction
with her
lunar harvest
under
adjustable skies,
heavy
with comets,
omened with jupiter,
saturn's nodding,
light-laden,
and here?
fire-fly flight,
she wafts.
turning,
and back to back
we float,
slowly,
burning


Venous

coming,
                  from another side,
from tied to arterial wires, heartbeat voided
to transparency (organic fluttering reduced by valves,
reduced by -1), I come to you
through the neck,
with a slight tear,
mimicking your opening
(salty, wounded):
          I enter,
curl
        in your space.

Robert Cheatham is the editor of Perforations, an on-line journal devoted to the intersections of art, theory, and technology and is also one of the principal architects of Public Domain, Inc. His first CD with the group Konx has just been released and is available on FORT!/da? Discs.