Revised Nursery Rhymes 1


Doc grabs a rag, and knots it round my arm
to stanch my jagged wounds, then flexing firm,
he twists a joint, and tugging frees a bone.
I’ve seen and done worse with a Bowie knife,
and yet I clench teeth as the end slides out.
“A fall that height would kill another man.
They said you were a grunt tougher than most,
a grunt to hump his pack for miles, and dump
a ton of red hot lead in some guy’s face.”
“Damn, cut the shit, Doc. Put me back again.
The king’s best men have left me here for dead,
intestine bared like Bratwurst freshly squeezed.
The mortar blasts mean Death is closing in.
Doc, put me back again, or we both sleep
unnamed, unloved, a putrid maggot feast.”

Children’s Names (Spain)


Abundancia´s diaper overflows
Babil babbles, dribbles, gobbles
Custodia styles her hair with custard
Delfino as a card shark is divine
Emerenciana talks in a funny manner
Fredegunda counts the seconds
Galaxión too big for tickling
Helmetrudis has her head straight
Iluminada is illuminating
Jacaranda’s anaconda bites
Kinisburga eats his bogeys live
Lobo will keep howling at the moon
Oh so many mysteries, Misterios!
Norberto’s sherbet sticky sticks are icky
Onésimo won’t miss the show, nor
Purificación make a commotion
Queremón’s Pokemons know love
Rústico always scrumping by the brook
Saturnina rings her concertinas
Teopompo dresses Neo-Gothic
Ubaldo’s oboe woes don’t show
Vandregisilo has a wandering toe
Willebaldo trawls the bedroom floor
Xanatipa collects people
Sweet Ya laughs 5 minutes after
and Zabulon lets the taps run.


Not far from the tree 

my lover planted me, 

cluster blood apples 

I pickle in jars.

And in each jar, I see

capillaries of memory, 

nostalgia membrane, 

skin graft ghosts 

around the bobbing apples, 

in the murk, they float, 

rubbing nub nodules, 

’til up sparks thought.