Job Description

Job Description
Eric Blasco

We live with complex plots
tangled in brain syrups
with blood clots
of veiny knots:
1) strain sentences through teeth
2) harvest, then sleep for a week

Loose thoughts find
          stray vowels drooling
     from slippery lips.
Take in the tips and hips
          and each twitch.
The truth
          behind the scratch
     an itch.   
Which
          observers of words
     letters, measures
          bystanders to accidents
     seekers of pleasures
          strange bed fellas
     in bad weathers

 

Nice Knowing Ya

Nice Knowing Ya
Eric Blasco

Is this love
      strewn around the floor?
Or a tangle of old socks
      walking out the door.

Your flesh is sand
      in between my sheets.
Our faces relaxed,
      is this the first time we meet?
Or the first time we went to eat–
      each other out?

If it is, love’s a smelly flower
           in mating position,
A back of the bedroom
           chair decision
A smell in the air,                                                                                                                                           if you listen.

 

To Bittersweet

To Bittersweet
Eric Blasco 

          
Bring me back
to when we played
under the grapevine shade
naked we made
our first steps on the cold rock
the cattail blades
the wild chicken coup
bumpy apples
tumbled from waxy stems
and gnarled trees blew
wild like your
tangled-in-wind
hair,
that stare
brings knee-scrape days
5 o’clock summer haze
diving board launches
us to the frogs
their heads turned in awe
sometimes popped off,
Plop!

 

Before Noon

Before Noon 

by Eric Blasco

Green canals of trees
guard us above,
as the leaves
reflect light from below.
They know
the ground brought us power
to see and grow,
to walk a straight line,
in this city of 200,000
parking tickets,
fines,
noses picked at—
picket lines of worry across the faces
on all kinds
of skinny-legged people
at tight lipped places.