Saturday, February 28, 2015
remembered
don't hide in the stream
don't hide in the meadow
you may never come out
and you won't be remembered
the day he died
in a box full of pencils
you hid your heart
you threw your lot in with
those discarded utensils
now a punishing thought
floats all around us
the smoke and the sunbeam
the needle and the feather
death is only as long as
the eye that never opens
life is only as long as
they're playing your favourite song
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
when you began
i thought you were dead and
i thought a lot about that
i thought that nothing mattered
never did
no one told me
when the sun
when it was
when you pierced me
everything ended
when you began
Sunday, September 14, 2014
your red apple heart
under honey and fire
your red apple heart beats
the pulse of life (and
the whole blown-glass mystery)
through your perfect eyes,
let them open wide
let them fill the sky
as they always have,
two thousand miles
a sheet of caramel
an undying sunrise
Saturday, July 26, 2014
one poem or five haikus?
you move into the light
you breathe as if melting
a bucket of coins
white and blue windows
slam shut like bullets
into a chamber
the rest of the night hangs
on an outcome you have
the privilige to announce
you have a choice but
you have begun to see
patterns in a random world
the blue sky delivers
blood to our hearts
like bread to our hands
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
the oddest thing
when did you say you were
coming back? I sat in a chair
for a long time
my white clothes
were turning blue my eyes were
as tired as old women
holding vigil and melting
candles
the oddest thing happened
to me today
I stopped breathing
and your face appeared
Monday, June 23, 2014
chicken bones
Billy Marshall
had a name
right out of the Wild West
and a devil’s grin fat freckles
and messy hair
fat lips and
black eyes bloomed from his
dirty fists
we dug up a
garbage bag filled with bones
small animal bones a chicken
or a cat why bury an animal
in a garbage bag?
Billy Marshall
had nothing
to do with it but it felt like
his kind of menace
it felt like
a bad secret like the PCP and
greasepaint scene from the
Mod Squad
the fear of high
school
falling from the roof
the one who haunts your dreams
doesn’t know you exist
had a name
right out of the Wild West
and a devil’s grin fat freckles
and messy hair
fat lips and
black eyes bloomed from his
dirty fists
we dug up a
garbage bag filled with bones
small animal bones a chicken
or a cat why bury an animal
in a garbage bag?
Billy Marshall
had nothing
to do with it but it felt like
his kind of menace
it felt like
a bad secret like the PCP and
greasepaint scene from the
Mod Squad
the fear of high
school
falling from the roof
the one who haunts your dreams
doesn’t know you exist
Sunday, June 22, 2014
two poems
spider
tiny red spider
you dance on
skinny legs
like Picasso
crawling all over
a piano
like a surgeon
pulling thread
through a suture
gasp
a break in the clouds a gasp
and blue paint falls just like a
sheet of rain
sea creatures raise their claws
over their heads and grasp the
cable that lifts them out
the surest way to nirvana is to
hang to death just ask jesus
just ask these fish
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