The day her wings unfolded in my bough I understood the rhymes and songs of all the poets in the all the world, and Love was born unto me. So I presented it to her in silk and verse, beseeching her lips and hands and said: “this is me. Though the sun is harsh and … Continue reading Untitled 3, Soliloquy of a dead tree
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Untitled 2, a paper bag soliloquy
Now with your hollowness folded,
pressed into mine. Tell me,
Are you still the wistful one?
I was reading in bed when they took my neighbours away
And I would (perhaps) feel less shame for my silence then, when the Men took my neighbours away and called a Blessing this unseasonal sorrow under a spring sun.
Day 47
... and I remember the beats and coos of winged and vexed things.
Reveries
But there will be time to cast a tear for the penny rich bones.
Sunshine Wednesday
Better immured by walls than muffled noises.
Flowers are not for lovers
Here, a handful of peonies for your vase.
Waiting in line at the Monet exhibition
These are the clangs of the clock counting sunless times. These are the lives measured by a painted sunrise.
To that which I held for an instant.
The night rends, Its wounds are clear as dawn.
Shipwreck
"Look", they said. "Courage.".
Untitled, a horsefly soliloquy
In the shattered visage of a thousand eyes, I see your hands cleave with swift wrath, And I die.
This Place
half a dream, half a ruin.
How do you know they are beautiful?
How do you know they are beautiful, with faces behind masks?
Nothing
Winter brought pansies to a bloom
and finches sang and sang while worms sleeping between our rooms
dreamed of nothing.
Mania (revisited)
It will be a spectacular shipwreck. You enter twilight with your heart oozing coffee and single malt, tittering on the edge of aneurysms bursting, bursting riotously to the pulse of stars beating, beating like drums. Returning nightly to a vacant den dining on an expensive takeout meal for one. Mock me if you will. You … Continue reading Mania (revisited)
A Remembrance
But death is a winter whore.
Not quite a limerick
I'm Windows installed on Macintosh, I'm soup in a shallow dish, I'm shuimo painted on color wash, I'm peanut butter served with fish. I'm a Djinni without a wish.
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