this is a confection, a
meringue,
melting on my tongue
even now
but even while it
will fade, is fading,
as we all cascade past fixed points in time
you will stay in my mind this way:
lithe, pale,
dark eyes,
hard muscles,
a surprise of soft skin and
gentle touch and
the
joy
that
makes me
laugh.
the edges of everything softened by the darkness,
the decadence of beer and late night and memory,
the outlined brilliance of drama and discovery.
Is there ever a present that
won't make me look
ahead to how I will remember it
with affection when it is done?
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
country homage
momma don't let your babies
grow up to love cowboys
don't let em fall for bikers
and long-haired men in trucks
let em be lawyers and career gals and such
momma don't let your little girls
like pornos
make sure they read Ms. mag
and know what they should make
don't let em wear stilettos or
nails that are fake
momma don't let your babies
go talking to rock stars
make sure they value themselves any size
make sure their iq's more
important than their thighs
momma make sure your babies
grow up with this wisdom
when a man says 'my heart has a history'
make sure they tell him to go piss up a tree
momma don't let your babies grow up to be models
fashion is just a distraction you see, it's
all about making people unhappy.
Momma kiss your little girls good night with warm love,
Set em free smart little women you're proud of.
grow up to love cowboys
don't let em fall for bikers
and long-haired men in trucks
let em be lawyers and career gals and such
momma don't let your little girls
like pornos
make sure they read Ms. mag
and know what they should make
don't let em wear stilettos or
nails that are fake
momma don't let your babies
go talking to rock stars
make sure they value themselves any size
make sure their iq's more
important than their thighs
momma make sure your babies
grow up with this wisdom
when a man says 'my heart has a history'
make sure they tell him to go piss up a tree
momma don't let your babies grow up to be models
fashion is just a distraction you see, it's
all about making people unhappy.
Momma kiss your little girls good night with warm love,
Set em free smart little women you're proud of.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
rain
Above these clouds, bright sun
Warms a bed of wafting cotton,
Gilding it like the
Bedspread of a king.
But down here, grey ashes fall,
Soaking all of the scurrying
Rodents and dustbunnies, and
We never look up to wonder.
We stoically slog through puddles,
Muddy deep, sternly focused,
Relentlessly isolated and
All mildewing from inside out.
Sometimes I want to just lie
In the rain, let it pour down
Till, like Alice,
I float away on the dormouse's tears.
Warms a bed of wafting cotton,
Gilding it like the
Bedspread of a king.
But down here, grey ashes fall,
Soaking all of the scurrying
Rodents and dustbunnies, and
We never look up to wonder.
We stoically slog through puddles,
Muddy deep, sternly focused,
Relentlessly isolated and
All mildewing from inside out.
Sometimes I want to just lie
In the rain, let it pour down
Till, like Alice,
I float away on the dormouse's tears.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
This house
The supports are rotting,
I noticed in the basement.
The floor is sagging a bit and
Cracks run jagged inside the
Foundation.
Pretty sure the roof is in
Dire need of reshingling, and
The gutters are hanging on by
Only the soft grasp of duct tape.
But
we must paint the trim
And keep the lawn tidy.
Mustn't alarm the neighbors.
I noticed in the basement.
The floor is sagging a bit and
Cracks run jagged inside the
Foundation.
Pretty sure the roof is in
Dire need of reshingling, and
The gutters are hanging on by
Only the soft grasp of duct tape.
But
we must paint the trim
And keep the lawn tidy.
Mustn't alarm the neighbors.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
EM
Why do we do it? Smile,
sweetly, slyly slicing a delicate
line down tender flesh
It separates, blood wells up, we
Feel alive. But I am not that,
not physical that way.
I
Slice deeper, into
The ectoplasmic envelope of emotion
I swim in, I cut a deep line,
With the sharpest kindest blade,
and all that wells up are
Quiet tears
You'll
never
see.
sweetly, slyly slicing a delicate
line down tender flesh
It separates, blood wells up, we
Feel alive. But I am not that,
not physical that way.
I
Slice deeper, into
The ectoplasmic envelope of emotion
I swim in, I cut a deep line,
With the sharpest kindest blade,
and all that wells up are
Quiet tears
You'll
never
see.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
elements: not a love poem
Earth:
Blood pulsing
Soil streaked
Coarse
Ribald
Rotund
Voluptuous
Rooted
Touch, feel, revel
Burial
Birth
Creation
Belief from
the gut
Love from
the loins
from the messy
bloody
heart
Laugh and eat and touch
Air:
Pure, thin
Rational, soaring
Sunny
Open
Clean
Smooth
Invisible, yet
Everywhere, tangible
Think, reason, analyse
Know
Proof from
the evidence
Love from the
head from the
cold, bright
intellect
Fly, stretch, soar
Sky touches ground at
the horizon line, the binding
infinite
One thin line of touch, 360 degrees
the binding
infinite.
Fire mingles fuel of air, fuel of earth,
Water becomes part of earth,
Evaporates, mingles with air,
falls to reunite again with
Earth.
The energy of each of us circulates,
Circulates
In a closed system, we are
Water, we are fire,
we are earth, we
are air.
God and goddess,
Each bound to the other,
the binding infinite.
Bob Marley sang, we all are one.
I a part of you, the lake, the tree, the sun.
You a part of me,
The bird, the sparks, the sea.
The binding infinite, and ever will be.
Blood pulsing
Soil streaked
Coarse
Ribald
Rotund
Voluptuous
Rooted
Touch, feel, revel
Burial
Birth
Creation
Belief from
the gut
Love from
the loins
from the messy
bloody
heart
Laugh and eat and touch
Air:
Pure, thin
Rational, soaring
Sunny
Open
Clean
Smooth
Invisible, yet
Everywhere, tangible
Think, reason, analyse
Know
Proof from
the evidence
Love from the
head from the
cold, bright
intellect
Fly, stretch, soar
Sky touches ground at
the horizon line, the binding
infinite
One thin line of touch, 360 degrees
the binding
infinite.
Fire mingles fuel of air, fuel of earth,
Water becomes part of earth,
Evaporates, mingles with air,
falls to reunite again with
Earth.
The energy of each of us circulates,
Circulates
In a closed system, we are
Water, we are fire,
we are earth, we
are air.
God and goddess,
Each bound to the other,
the binding infinite.
Bob Marley sang, we all are one.
I a part of you, the lake, the tree, the sun.
You a part of me,
The bird, the sparks, the sea.
The binding infinite, and ever will be.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
What if it breaks?
Smashed to red pulp
Like a dropped tomato
Like a Pollock nosebleed
Like the ketchup packet my brother stomped
That time in the mall before he got kicked out;
Smashed and then scraped into a small pile and
Dried and then
Tucked sadly and carefully away
Like the rose from Nan's funeral or the
Corsage my first boyfriend gave me at the prom.
As long as you don't think about things
They don't hurt
Right?
Like a dropped tomato
Like a Pollock nosebleed
Like the ketchup packet my brother stomped
That time in the mall before he got kicked out;
Smashed and then scraped into a small pile and
Dried and then
Tucked sadly and carefully away
Like the rose from Nan's funeral or the
Corsage my first boyfriend gave me at the prom.
As long as you don't think about things
They don't hurt
Right?
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