wary
warning sign
the light leaves early
slips in and out and
undoes the laces
earnest but weary
and we will be alaska
land of midnight
when these signs
have passed us
sept 8, 2011
Feral
the play of a skirt up thighs
head thrown back to the sky
ribs make room for the sigh
a pair chasing through rows of light
a wordless cry
sept 4, 2011
head thrown back to the sky
ribs make room for the sigh
a pair chasing through rows of light
a wordless cry
sept 4, 2011
Silent Night
What one silent night can do
to staunch the blood let out
with awful progress
a moonlight herb, a rally
smelling spirits stirring
a rise from rigid shock
kissing wounds
with soft wake up sounds
sept 4, 2011
to staunch the blood let out
with awful progress
a moonlight herb, a rally
smelling spirits stirring
a rise from rigid shock
kissing wounds
with soft wake up sounds
sept 4, 2011
Reading Practice
I've read your moods
more than your face
and your body more
than your words
And in turn I've practiced
a face that says little
and words that never approach
We'll find the line of this story
lie and lie by lie
Silence is our white walled room
denying everything
waiting for everything
sept 4, 2011
more than your face
and your body more
than your words
And in turn I've practiced
a face that says little
and words that never approach
We'll find the line of this story
lie and lie by lie
Silence is our white walled room
denying everything
waiting for everything
sept 4, 2011
The Ways You've Been
Where your notebook sits, leave it
don't depend on your pen.
The planes of your house
you've washed with your eyes
the boxes you check,
let them rest.
You've always known
the nights are uneven
let them, rise upon rise,
build inside you.
Let their geography swell
time a rundown metronome
and language was only
something to put in your mouth
in times of ration
you've outgrown these measurements.
You've been searching
up under your hair, your nails,
sit still.
Forget your words for your body
it will take you on from here
and these ways you've been.
sept 4, 2011
don't depend on your pen.
The planes of your house
you've washed with your eyes
the boxes you check,
let them rest.
You've always known
the nights are uneven
let them, rise upon rise,
build inside you.
Let their geography swell
time a rundown metronome
and language was only
something to put in your mouth
in times of ration
you've outgrown these measurements.
You've been searching
up under your hair, your nails,
sit still.
Forget your words for your body
it will take you on from here
and these ways you've been.
sept 4, 2011
Hungry
If your hunger is a good hunger,
breathe it in
If your city is a good city,
say so on your return
If the day is a warm pool
with a lean, muscular cold
sliding along your neck,
ride into that
Your hands are good,
press them to your lips
eyes, nose, mouth them
If your tethers are good tethers,
love them.
sept 4, 2011
Road Need
There was not enough driving
there were not enough ways to remain unseen
there were not enough open roads
through total dark
there was not enough sense
between landslides of talk
there were not enough ways of remembering.
sept 2, 2011
there were not enough ways to remain unseen
there were not enough open roads
through total dark
there was not enough sense
between landslides of talk
there were not enough ways of remembering.
sept 2, 2011
Wind-Up Day
Our time together hand-wound
the dirt, our skin, holds the heat of the day
long past dark
the deeper we look away
from one another and across
the climbing hills
into the stars arriving
from the daylight ash
the dark walks behind me
matches my confusion step for step
hides my limp
arrests my hands and all
from reaching to break a fall
or scrambling up again.
sept 1, 2011
the dirt, our skin, holds the heat of the day
long past dark
the deeper we look away
from one another and across
the climbing hills
into the stars arriving
from the daylight ash
the dark walks behind me
matches my confusion step for step
hides my limp
arrests my hands and all
from reaching to break a fall
or scrambling up again.
sept 1, 2011
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