Carving out verses
The activity that sharpens the
inner senses, like
inner kung-fu
Pretty soon I can guess what
you've gotten me for Christmas
And
You'll be upset
Recently in Verse Category
I am by this profes-
sion Not as much in
the sense that 'I kid'
like the drunk kids
the sober Rather more
in the sense that the
sober humors the
drunk Sober, not
to say one isn't drunk
Or that he is a man
absent --dry table
Rather 'stead to say
he keeps steady a
pint of pity in each
eye corner
Let our minds forget
Let the autumn never forget
To see
Do you recognize the quality in everything?
To stain
Do you leave traces of it along the way?
To leave
Come follow me
I've known you since eight
We met standing there, alone
Swallowed up by the sun-warm rain
Tapping your shoulders, heavy
And you wondered if she told you the truth,
If birds do marry.
As they say...
"it's a beautiful day"
Remember me
Without my face
Just standing here
Plugged-in
The screeching sound of
innumerable givens
And when is it any different?
do our eyes
always glossed with tears, refracting
these holy images, of you
of me, of mangled
hearts wandering and never
to be certain
Who could you be?
facing east, facing
the big day
when my hands are no longer mine
when my very reflection peels ill
Who will you be? And what will
you whisper to me then?
oh dear I will miss your face
Sank you smaller into the distance then
Lodged you big into my consciousness, only
Hell you've been here for
years now doll face, and
I'm afraid
our eyes
our eyes
They are gashes
we must
tend to
Knowing what we have left
behind
Afraid we will forget
--then forgetting
Soon
Then again
And one day reminded
Dearest,
Listen for the wind through the evergreen leaves
for the sound made by distance
between us
And when you shivered stiff
Over your bed, the
Women boiled water, laid
Damp towels over your swollen sets-
I knew you wouldn't last
And each time she left
Emptied the house with threats to never
Come back for the three of us, I
Waited waited and watched, figures
Take shape at the distant end of her main road-
I knew she wouldn't last
Often, I find myself eating with
a knife blunt-side down
I know it's Spring
Decibel-ads, they tell me to spring
A day
(of) me
and sun, symphony in C
chasing dust particles
Adance
underneath my lids
Not a hiatus but more a billowing of today, of just today. Which in effect alters the past and the future. Thinking of water itself sinking. It's a Saturday and I bask under the light entering my windows. Free warmth. I face the sun, close my eyes, and chase magnified dust particles on the surface of my eyes. I wondered if you really need language to better understand yourself. Perhaps you don't. But it certainly helps to learn the meaning of the word 'twilight'.
Dear m'liver
At some point last year
I decided --this year I would be
an alcoholic, just for a year
I had my reasons then
really, but now it seems clear
this is no easy deal
demanding (you)
a good understanding
of chemicals,
a complete re-management
of schedule, and
an entirely
new wardrobe
You... in between
a diminishing dream, and
the reluctance to swallow
that menacing thought
of awakening
__eld breath
Now a choice
of where
in which
or if
to exhale
Today you were happy. Beauty came
to you much like how someone would
describe a motor crash as:
"I was driving, then
this big fuckin' tree started coming
right at me!"
They say, it's the heart
that goes first
I wouldn't be sur-
prised if I was next
The day is past halfway
and no one yet has spoken
Sitting alone
in a parked car
until it becomes too silly
alive,
sitting alone
in a parked car
Hey, this is my friend Kimberly. She is the nicest
person you'll ever meet. Unless of course
she's not.