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Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’
Lament for Old Rye
I’ve seen the bottom of a liquor bottle too many times in the cities of the world and the cobblestone streets of memory nights with music playing from the prosceniums of eyes and cities centuries old and still celebrating its youth
Lives in Small Towns, Foreign
It’s on days like these that you can hear the river flow that forgotten heartbeat rolling sound When the breeze is just cold enough to remind you that seasons change and spring is here, that breath on your neck may not be wind. When you can see in color again not just greyscale hues and [...]
New World Rememberances
And during the August days of bright Seattle I’ll find pictures of you in an old notebook that’s seen the world through broken bindings and bus rides and the dirt from European cities seen years before I first met you again.
Coldsheet Morning
The hand will stutter like a lying friend as the match is lit and brought under eyes The back will arch as you sit still and quiet – breathing and shaking while the world passes Necks will turn and mouths will open to utter words muffled in din of lamplight and glow of cigarettes It [...]
Idaho
Around the curtain printed in teal and maroon woodblock flowers I see the familiar hue of sunlight waking softly unlike the sonorous echo of telephone bells softly like the breathing of a woman next to you three miles high in Idaho where years ago none were thought to live potatoes growing silently with no help [...]
Angels Bear With Me
Angels Bear With Me Angels Bear With Me is how I preface every syllable in my head before I speak – or decide not to, and stare straight ahead at the road unfolding in front of me, or the countryside out the window and reflected in rear-view mirrors Angels bear with me is the prayer [...]
Painting, August, 1997
Behind some, like ghosts, you can see the wings of angels fading lightly into the sunlight color they leave behind them And they will bite their nails to not speak, to keep inside them all that they have seen and loved and lost; they will not speak, but will look at you through eyes shut [...]
Mahogany and Black
Yes I’ll turn the page for you Your fingers move too fast to grab hold of things material Paper is rough and your skin will burn on it, the air cold burning on your face Your nails are long from too long loving me and nothing else But I could hear in your voice that [...]
Not Kansas
Rage, rage against the lights behind my eyes which come after no and no and now and the ashes remain too long for the wind is dead The wind is dead and the sun has turned to coal and blue like an etching by Kollowitz with sunken eyes and hands taut strung like scarecrows “If [...]
One cannot hold onto old winters
One cannot hold onto old winters the snow has already fallen the grass already turned to a faded brown the leaves a season before had begun to fall over our shod feet and dark green sweaters which covered our hidden heart the rain had already come down in puddles outside our windows and doors as [...]
The Women
A sonnet written after Marilyn Hacker With whispered hands entwined they live a life behind closed doors shut soft and locks half turned; no sons to laugh or born, no rings to mourn the pass of time or dream. The girls just laugh at sighs and eyes turned down. An age has passed where Camelot [...]
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 [...]