The Girl in Brion Gysin’s Dress

Here’s an old poem I found in one of my notebooks from back in the day (2011, to be exact). It’s a bit on the nose, but something about it still resonates with me…

The Girl in Brion Gysin’s Dress

She’s a dream machine
sculpted
in flesh,
with open windows

to her soul
scattered
across her
body.

She stands in place,
ready
to spin
visions.

The way she
dances
paints new worlds beneath my
eyelids.

All she needs is
light,
a single lightbulb suspended into her
center –

and in my
hands,
a bulb and
chain.

Six More Christmas Haiku

1.

No more coal: I’ll fill
stockings with used CDs of
R.E.M.’s “Monster”

2.

You’d binge on cookies
too if your wife stopped sucking
on your candy cane.

3.

Right now my beard looks
like a peppermint because
it’s Miss Claus’s ”time”.

4.

What’s the one thing I
like eating more than cookies?
Ask your mom. She’d know.

5.

I use reindeer to
travel cause you can’t eat a
plane when you’re stranded.

6.

Hey girl, why don’t you
sit on my lap and tell me
what you really want.