Loosening rooms
as you walk through
a look laces up your back.
Not careless but aware only
of yourself unknown and lonely
of only your lack.
Sense nothing there behind you
all the sensations of your wake loom
and wind and wrack
What you so carefully decide against.
sparing only residual recompense
the room helpless, tender, at your back.
May 13, 2011
Gently Goes
gently goes
the winter talk
and lately steps
barely fall
but for the boots
long worn down
winter barely
wrapped around
shoulders thin
and guarding sound
from choices kept
in bone and skin
until delivered
into hands
when new found talk
calls for them.
may 14, 2011
the winter talk
and lately steps
barely fall
but for the boots
long worn down
winter barely
wrapped around
shoulders thin
and guarding sound
from choices kept
in bone and skin
until delivered
into hands
when new found talk
calls for them.
may 14, 2011
With Looks
i fall in love with looks
with the nothing said look
with the "maybe"
"you know"
"i won't"
look.
never was there a stranger
who looked across
to another
but the two
fell in between
and in love.
may 11, 2011
with the nothing said look
with the "maybe"
"you know"
"i won't"
look.
never was there a stranger
who looked across
to another
but the two
fell in between
and in love.
may 11, 2011
Exchange
sand piled
wrist cool
under and turned
over sliding
against mine
warm exchange
courtesy and
a coursing need
to feign familiar
and stay
long into
the wander roar
then sleeping
idle on
all let out
now that there's
no need
for armour
may 10, 2011
wrist cool
under and turned
over sliding
against mine
warm exchange
courtesy and
a coursing need
to feign familiar
and stay
long into
the wander roar
then sleeping
idle on
all let out
now that there's
no need
for armour
may 10, 2011
Perch
again, what if
you are there
but its not where everyone thought
and you are
but not who everyone said
i love you as a child loves another
not expecting, but then, knowing
they will not ever be children
not ever the same
and someday, maybe
one will not recognize the other
or not find her in the place she last was
still in the end, or whatever it will be
their hearts are shorn
with found love for the new one
changed irremediably
but the same heart that
had fallen from its child's perch
may 10, 2011
you are there
but its not where everyone thought
and you are
but not who everyone said
i love you as a child loves another
not expecting, but then, knowing
they will not ever be children
not ever the same
and someday, maybe
one will not recognize the other
or not find her in the place she last was
still in the end, or whatever it will be
their hearts are shorn
with found love for the new one
changed irremediably
but the same heart that
had fallen from its child's perch
may 10, 2011
That Is All The Reason For Its Telling
dreams do not lie
it is written
in a book in the sun
they are all underbelly
all dark heart
at the center of the lightest joy
a stone to stumble by
require by
wait and see by
no lamp or window
but just a dark dog
a dark mean
a dark call
to see what can
be made of even this.
may 10, 2011
it is written
in a book in the sun
they are all underbelly
all dark heart
at the center of the lightest joy
a stone to stumble by
require by
wait and see by
no lamp or window
but just a dark dog
a dark mean
a dark call
to see what can
be made of even this.
may 10, 2011
Circulation
the songs i listened to then
in your room
that you listened to
wrapped a thousand times around
my memory until the blood beyond
that room caught at the door
the blood beyond
that window view doubled back
leaving us alone together
with you i was always alone
you might've known if I
could've sent my blood through
may 9, 2011
in your room
that you listened to
wrapped a thousand times around
my memory until the blood beyond
that room caught at the door
the blood beyond
that window view doubled back
leaving us alone together
with you i was always alone
you might've known if I
could've sent my blood through
may 9, 2011
It's Not Spring
it's not the streets
but what's underneath
and the houses say
little but what careens
behind them that's
a sound endearing
it's not the nesting strangers
but that they meet
in open doors and it's not
the trees new deckled
but the bare memory
it may be the wet gate
but more its easy swing
the night is not a time
but a place
safe to pass unseen.
may 5, 2011
but what's underneath
and the houses say
little but what careens
behind them that's
a sound endearing
it's not the nesting strangers
but that they meet
in open doors and it's not
the trees new deckled
but the bare memory
it may be the wet gate
but more its easy swing
the night is not a time
but a place
safe to pass unseen.
may 5, 2011
When Your Life is Your Friend
when your life is your friend
when it doesn't steal every little love
from you, or make you ask like a leper
for the days it holds
when it returns your affection
in verse or warm mouthed words,
that is the life you heard
was obvious and waiting.
why have you had to corner it here
weaving your desire into a cage
so you can find your life when ever
you like, where you left it,
pet it and call it ridiculous names.
you thought that making it comfortable
would make it stay
feeding it sweets
would win it to you.
why then are you both unhappy strangers
(or worse) plotting escapes from the other
May 3, 2011
when it doesn't steal every little love
from you, or make you ask like a leper
for the days it holds
when it returns your affection
in verse or warm mouthed words,
that is the life you heard
was obvious and waiting.
why have you had to corner it here
weaving your desire into a cage
so you can find your life when ever
you like, where you left it,
pet it and call it ridiculous names.
you thought that making it comfortable
would make it stay
feeding it sweets
would win it to you.
why then are you both unhappy strangers
(or worse) plotting escapes from the other
May 3, 2011
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