It's a strange courage you give me, ancient star: With the autumn field now hushed and desolate The couple walked with a new awareness Of something open that had been closed A seasonal shift And as they walked to rest on the park bench A balmy agent hovered in the air Like halos Hung sideways … Continue reading Tracing November: Untitled
few new poems
Secret Followers Dreaming from other people’s wires Birds left apart What was the fragment of that vision? We spoke of when the frogs sang in perfect harmony And who was it that would yell into that mic As if he were feeling it ripped apart from Versions recorded long ago? Be-known to none other than … Continue reading few new poems
Must one smash their ears before they learn to listen with their eyes?
The other day I went jogging along the canal A cold morning All the water was frozen Every breath I inhaled stung my lungs and steamed up my glasses As I ran down 31st Street Rounding the corner Down to the water Where the civil war re-enactor’s perform for the tourists in the summer Two … Continue reading Must one smash their ears before they learn to listen with their eyes?
InDivisible Lies
A lie is a state of movement. It has a before and an after, cut into the now. Wait, what is it?“I know it when I’m not asked”But our fathers never told us what it means to lie. They never asked.Could we say that our fathers lied? But what are these lies reallyAnd this haunts … Continue reading InDivisible Lies
Float, Swirl
I’m stationed over piles of leavesThe bottom of the pile wet and coolLike a fish hook.And she’d look back at himAs if he were a newspaper left to the streets for a day, unread.His colors were stained suppleLike a chalk line prisonThat can only be pointed to as a cause Until his day up close … Continue reading Float, Swirl
Two New Poems
Tired CyborgThis morning I woke up with a crink in my neckI figured it was due to my exhaustionThat I simply slept so deeply that my body Was too tired to re-position itself in the night.I once woke up during the night When I was a boy With both arms totally asleep; no blood was … Continue reading Two New Poems
Staring at the River After Church
Strait laced pilgrims Anchor the curtainsLight westerly’s upset the blanketThe court of arbiters structures us out in squaresThe sky above no longer guides the sandThe spirit has shifted strategiesThis is that, the rabbit heart Setting off ships cross in day of noon when the mirror sees the water up to the mountainAnd the mountain sees … Continue reading Staring at the River After Church
4 Poems
MascaraI’m pulling off trains track by trackThere are purple emissions above my headEach of her lashes are brown dewed with blackThe Martyrs song is sung by the lampsAnd the mosquitoes fear to goThe air stained wet by the look of mascara drips Her cheeks pale white rusty amberEncased in my pocket is the thingTarnished from … Continue reading 4 Poems
The Drop Out
The end of motion across the sky rushesIndeed its death moves faster and draws me out like an empty sillhouettedPicture of trees.How I long for those lonely suburban daysWhen the sky encircled aboveAll movement was eliptical The distant motor hummings and commotionDeposited in a beautiful center Around my cul-de-sacI would sit upright like a rigid … Continue reading The Drop Out
Time Cycle
The recycling time of one self Is wrought trough timeTime’s proven the quantifier ofOne’s progress Whether he starts the journey aheadOr behind,His body is owned by time.That the cycle extend it’s time in set intervalsMerely depends on the breadth of the sufferingEndured from each And the time that he owns in his mindPlays tricks on … Continue reading Time Cycle
Every Day and Summer River & Critical Parody in Comparative Literature
Every Day Every day since you appearedSo vividly on my porchWhen I awoke Feeling cessated from my bodyAnd that surge of clear adolescent energy lifted usUp to the roof while I followedReaching for that point in my heartYou wouldn’t let me touchFor you had informed my body for the first timeOf intangibilityAnd how we sat … Continue reading Every Day and Summer River & Critical Parody in Comparative Literature
