Breath pouring into the
wind pouring
sifting nests from trees
sifting breath from teeth
Pink blood pouring
into lips
sifting plans from histories
Memory pouring
memorizing lines
lips lifting
breath from the wind
lifting lines
until I can
until
effortlessly breathe them.
mar 25, 2010
Rosary Beads
Strand invisible
slings low
strung with mostly ghost meanings
and their slack strung kin:
words slipped onto a line,
shiny and hard,
slack in the making
of space for their ghosts.
Mar 25, 2010
slings low
strung with mostly ghost meanings
and their slack strung kin:
words slipped onto a line,
shiny and hard,
slack in the making
of space for their ghosts.
Mar 25, 2010
Prayers Underfoot
Knees are the only
true feet
And these feet
are unnatural pretensions
mute in the worst way
not holding words back
but scattering them.
Mar 23, 2010
true feet
And these feet
are unnatural pretensions
mute in the worst way
not holding words back
but scattering them.
Mar 23, 2010
Inarticulate
Wing chair silence
curls into my mouth and ears
says nothing
is okay
to say
upholstery hush
bends under my weight
inarticulate
crushed.
Mar 19, 2010
curls into my mouth and ears
says nothing
is okay
to say
upholstery hush
bends under my weight
inarticulate
crushed.
Mar 19, 2010
We are the Written
We are the written
the erasers
of spoken
the silence
between us
is full of translation.
mar 11, 2010
the erasers
of spoken
the silence
between us
is full of translation.
mar 11, 2010
Coat
A coat blown open
let too much in
between the layers of
arms legs hands
of hems seams hems
blown far too open
to hide what's missing.
mar 11, 2010
let too much in
between the layers of
arms legs hands
of hems seams hems
blown far too open
to hide what's missing.
mar 11, 2010
Not I, That You Are
Don't reach for me-
lean into me.
Don't search
that me detail
out-
Just match
Just trade
your Are for
my No
And gasp
in the shadows
You didn't know
were so deep
or could create
you over
and again.
mar 11, 2010
lean into me.
Don't search
that me detail
out-
Just match
Just trade
your Are for
my No
And gasp
in the shadows
You didn't know
were so deep
or could create
you over
and again.
mar 11, 2010
Nondescript
Nondescript
the lips dropped
lied the lines
around a mouth
and out from eyes
there the color-no-color
dried.
Mouthed "lie."
mar 8, 2010
the lips dropped
lied the lines
around a mouth
and out from eyes
there the color-no-color
dried.
Mouthed "lie."
mar 8, 2010
Out, This Soul
Out of kindness
out of sentence
out of hands
out of reaching
out of blood
out of breath
this soul
missing form
missing bone
this soul
hunting gathering
shadows only
and not their casters.
Out of either
light or matter.
mar 8, 2010
out of sentence
out of hands
out of reaching
out of blood
out of breath
this soul
missing form
missing bone
this soul
hunting gathering
shadows only
and not their casters.
Out of either
light or matter.
mar 8, 2010
Deer
Something wounded runs
through the day
around my corners
just out
of seeing reach.
Some me thing
runs
at breathing pace
but out, out
of breath.
mar 8, 2010
through the day
around my corners
just out
of seeing reach.
Some me thing
runs
at breathing pace
but out, out
of breath.
mar 8, 2010
Cochlea Dreams
Cochlea dreams shudder
the seams blunder
the covers fold
and close my dreams
in their hems
sweat gleams silver cold
not rolling rising
just covering.
The canyon winds
lose direction
so hold my senses
long after the journey
the dark goes under.
mar 8, 2010
the seams blunder
the covers fold
and close my dreams
in their hems
sweat gleams silver cold
not rolling rising
just covering.
The canyon winds
lose direction
so hold my senses
long after the journey
the dark goes under.
mar 8, 2010
To Be Tall
To be tall
hairline jawline
eyeteeth say
to be better
earlobe collarbone
to over all
forehead
always be.
mar 8, 10
hairline jawline
eyeteeth say
to be better
earlobe collarbone
to over all
forehead
always be.
mar 8, 10
Still Smoking
I smell the underside
of your cigarette meanings
as they lay dying
writhing up still
as if you were breathing
I cover my face
you're gone
preferring my skin
without the dreams it tries to enter.
mar 8, 2010
of your cigarette meanings
as they lay dying
writhing up still
as if you were breathing
I cover my face
you're gone
preferring my skin
without the dreams it tries to enter.
mar 8, 2010
Ink Knuckles
You thought the ink
in my knuckles was mascara,
I thought it was
the bruise of giving in.
God is on a quickly-made stage
we keep our heads to the floor
not daring to look in his face
or chance that he has no face.
But the only hope I had
was we keeping our heads together
smelling your breath
fitting my lips to your eyelids
close. kiss. close. kiss.
Yes, maybe there is God
in front on stage
and with a face to look into.
And maybe the ink
on my knuckles is his shadow,
as close as your breath. my lips.
Mar 3, 2010
in my knuckles was mascara,
I thought it was
the bruise of giving in.
God is on a quickly-made stage
we keep our heads to the floor
not daring to look in his face
or chance that he has no face.
But the only hope I had
was we keeping our heads together
smelling your breath
fitting my lips to your eyelids
close. kiss. close. kiss.
Yes, maybe there is God
in front on stage
and with a face to look into.
And maybe the ink
on my knuckles is his shadow,
as close as your breath. my lips.
Mar 3, 2010
Hairline
Girl, you need a curve
to lower your tears into
not stack them
like shelves
but let them
fall
into a bend
in an arm
in a neck
and not have to name
them like children as
they leave you
not have to
remember your own name
as you fall
from the shelf
into a curve
of a waist
of a spine
of a hairline.
Mar 3, 2010
to lower your tears into
not stack them
like shelves
but let them
fall
into a bend
in an arm
in a neck
and not have to name
them like children as
they leave you
not have to
remember your own name
as you fall
from the shelf
into a curve
of a waist
of a spine
of a hairline.
Mar 3, 2010
The Guitar Singing Days
All to
gather we
sing like echoes
of long
since hushed guitars
long since
left spaces
carved in wood.
We let
them out
unbraided fibers
knots and strings
let out
our breath
and the space carved
there.
How will I draw in the next one
without us all to
gather we
could only sing
together.
mar 1, 10
gather we
sing like echoes
of long
since hushed guitars
long since
left spaces
carved in wood.
We let
them out
unbraided fibers
knots and strings
let out
our breath
and the space carved
there.
How will I draw in the next one
without us all to
gather we
could only sing
together.
mar 1, 10
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