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Posts Tagged ‘MyPoetry’
Two Years Distilled Beauty
She is made of glass I can see through her I can see what she is there inside full of small gestures the sum of things said and left unsaid and those things decay where a heart once was Her hands are cracked fractures crawl up her joints like spiderwebs The glass is dirty with [...]
A Poem for my Grandparents on their 50th Wedding Anniversary
What can I say to you these years after 1935 Brooklyn New York cold pavement and wind blowing against windows shut and locked and curtains drawn? What can I say of the 22 years of memories of New York of Florida of Mexico of Halloween panic of a lost, tired boy coming home forlorn to [...]
Portrait: June 1880
Am I like your mad Raskolnikov, bloody iron, flower, fist, bestial wail over sad blue bruised legs coins scattered silver and gold under pillows and hidden in sagging mattresses the shucks sighing in whispers with every breath and blink of eyes? Am I light reflected in the back of those dark eyes filled with madness [...]
Rosary
I have found that familiar place next to you again where the warmth of your body envelops me beneath sheets and the sound of your breathing sings me to sleep. Isn’t it strange how we run to those things familiar wear old shoes shirts worn to bear thread locked in the closets of our rooms [...]
Stephanovich
I know you. You’re the little girl behind eyes which see through walls, which see through metaphor to get at some truth which see languages where most see sounds and, and . . . I’ll lay at your feet again; and I’ll listen to Schumann before he threw himself in the river But until I [...]
Catalytic Hearts
You talk without speech to eyes pulled down and ears listening only to catalytic hearts With rusty mind opener and broken spoon you pry apart the prosceniums on which our lives act like charactures ages dead behind masks of porcelain and lips stained red Paintbrushes crusted with dried oils amber and crimson used to paint [...]
Spring
It’s a rare season which with it does not bring rain with which it does not flood gutters full of leaves or sand and wash away all the memories captured in wet whirlpool rainbows cast by oil and the sun I’ve seen my face distorted in water in tears in rain of coming fall or [...]
We Are All Becoming Shadows
We are all becoming shadows Scraping our chins and backs against the brick walls spraypainted and ashen, cigarette butts lie down in our cracks which draw the lines between us and the deadland Our knees are scraping the ground and our hands are getting black with tar and age, yellow with smoke, yellow yellow The [...]
Closet
I have come to slicing out my eyes to be like some Gloucester and not lost in madness like Hamlet or Lear, or die like Ophelia among the waterlillies. I am a cripple wanting to run and run within those things familiar. Nothing can taste good anymore – the taste of blood and bile overpowers [...]
Wyoming
There’s a rodeo in town I can hear it from this room over the din of the white electric fan in the window the cord stretching over oak dressers and old books I can hear it under the smell of turnips picked from a backyard greengrass garden surrounded by small fences so the lawn mower [...]
Boulder
As I woke from nightmare of you leaving me I turned to find you in angelsleep head resting on cloudwhite sheets silver in shadow and folds your hair spread out around your shoulders like undersea ad flowing light filters in from glass skylight like the surface of an old country pond or the ocean we’ve [...]
Where We Once Stole Shadows
I will place a stone on your keryn to bury and close the eyes of phantoms which follow you in sleep and follow me each moment my eyes can see sky or pavement cracked and littered with glass or the blueblackness behind the lids of my eyes. I will place a stone on your keryn [...]
Ringfinger
We could feel the coming of winter – the slight new bitterness of dust wrapping around our ankles as we walked over rusted roots of trees which broke through stone. We could feel the coming of winter and could hear smiles of days past through the branches of pines and understood what it was to [...]
All Blues
All Blues all the time 1956/96: the date blurs the towns all the same all an undersea swimming in greens and blues and smoke The only feel on my skin is the cold of copper rubbing together in my pocket and the tobacco which has fallen from crumpled, broken packs of cigarettes. You sit again [...]
On Past Morning
There are few stars brighter than those of highway miles and even fewer silverhaired memories of night that can shine beside Oregon, California, Arizona and her wooden teepees who are unwelcoming in the still of a night filled only with snow of high plains and exhaust fumes which fill the moon with only a longing [...]
Dum Poeta
Dum Poeta Homines Laudat, Poetam Laudo While the poet praises humanity, I praise the poet with shaking hand and stained fingers headpiece filled with straw burns bright like a roman candle Tobacco covers these words while I sip freely from ashes of a forgotten world. Je ne te connais pas Tu ne me connait pas [...]
Ti Jean
No lamp-lighters come ‘round here anymore The acetelyne filaments flicker o As the Monk of 1958 plays in Blue Note disjunctive mindlums The yellow fog rubs its back on windows and creeps under open windows and dark deep into lungs Coffee steam rises soft and whispers answers to questions held in dream The smoke smoke [...]
America
America, God still loves you — Just in case you were wondering – Just in case you were staring at the sky in wide-eyed manic merriment chuckling at the old, forlorn watchmaker Just in case you felt guilty at night – a little tipsy off martinis or maybe piss drunk on the ol’ 8-Ball, wetting [...]
An Ending
"Not Without Hope We Suffer And Mourn . . ." — W. Wordsworth, Elegaic Stanzas And now sweet sister who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name In that glowing, burning bright mystical world of flowing gowns and flowers like daises daffodils crying white baby’s breath in your golden hair I remember how you stood [...]