a bath couldn't wash the red stripe
from a bra worn too continuouly,
the red web of wrinkles refolding, refolding,
the red stain of quieter
and quieter while
she watches the days talk.
all a bath could do was cut the ropes
floating her eyeballs in a cloud, air balloons.
nov 13, 2007
Sun on our backs
the sun made her sadder, a broken beast of burden
those days she remembered how she used to smell
the people realized it was still on them
the mindless man with dreaded hair was dirtier in the sun.
everyone wanted to buck again but the weight of pavement
has two left feet.
nov 8, 07
those days she remembered how she used to smell
the people realized it was still on them
the mindless man with dreaded hair was dirtier in the sun.
everyone wanted to buck again but the weight of pavement
has two left feet.
nov 8, 07
Low-fat Butterflies
The mountain shaman, my neighbor, knocked at my door,
"Do you have half a cup of poetry and leaves?
I'm baking my famous early autumn.
The crust is just right and will make you miss a home you don't have."
nov 8, 07
"Do you have half a cup of poetry and leaves?
I'm baking my famous early autumn.
The crust is just right and will make you miss a home you don't have."
nov 8, 07
Dog City
The mountains do their job and the light is shy.
The city trots between its walls,
shedding dust around its paws,
pushes life and steam uphill in rolling stalls.
And all the people ignore
their ribs, the walls
and just see faces, just smile like sun is
an elderly friend they have a date with.
nov 7, 07
The city trots between its walls,
shedding dust around its paws,
pushes life and steam uphill in rolling stalls.
And all the people ignore
their ribs, the walls
and just see faces, just smile like sun is
an elderly friend they have a date with.
nov 7, 07
Moon Cakes
They read the moon like the China Daily
rolling dusky ink between a finger and thumb.
And every particular mood, every percent of full,
is like a long-time wife.
you remember her birthday, her period, her melancholy.
Somewhere in the beginning they fashioned cakes.
They cooked cakes with every unforecasted smellure, texture, and flavor,
like her.
so usual, my wife,
so unknown a woman.
The moon and her cakes
Madonna and child of revelry.
oct 19
rolling dusky ink between a finger and thumb.
And every particular mood, every percent of full,
is like a long-time wife.
you remember her birthday, her period, her melancholy.
Somewhere in the beginning they fashioned cakes.
They cooked cakes with every unforecasted smellure, texture, and flavor,
like her.
so usual, my wife,
so unknown a woman.
The moon and her cakes
Madonna and child of revelry.
oct 19
Gretel
Followed a moth's shadow to this place
followed by nothing and hoping
its wings will shed crumbs to save the way.
But it is only a shadow, unsteady and small,
on the pavement.
oct 19
followed by nothing and hoping
its wings will shed crumbs to save the way.
But it is only a shadow, unsteady and small,
on the pavement.
oct 19
Cyprus
Cyprus, a conical beam of shadow dusting
bare stars, pale-skinned stars.
First cold night, a lacquered table
wiped clear
the finish reflecting full faces,
a string of moons all escaping
the sweep of a cyprus.
oct 8, 07
bare stars, pale-skinned stars.
First cold night, a lacquered table
wiped clear
the finish reflecting full faces,
a string of moons all escaping
the sweep of a cyprus.
oct 8, 07
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