Water colored dreams of conversation taking
place between you and I.
I ask, why are you sleeping so far away?
You look at me; whisper. Can’t talk.
Who can’t talk? Me or you?
Name that isn’t either.
Either
You
Or I. Any name. No name. Never name.
Insatiable
Desire as an Möbius strip:
incandescent
and like skin.
Almost satiated scent.
and dusk.
tip of the tongue, back of
the throat.
ver-tig-i-nous -adj. 1. whirling; spinning; rotary 2. affected with vertigo; dizzy 3. liable or threatening to cause vertigo 4. apt to change quickly; unstable ***** light [lahyt] -n. 1. something that makes things visible or affords illumination
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Inventory-Shift.
I take inventory of the indentations
in his body
(skin stretched concave):
collarbone
chest
hips
wrist
in his body
(skin stretched concave):
collarbone
chest
hips
wrist
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Untitled
The universe is swelling
Pregnant and dizzy
Barking birds
Tinfoil leaves
Clanking and grey
By postage stamps floating in puddles
Tiny ships lifted by ghost hands
Carried to window panes
Writing pressed against the wall
Tattooed and
Imprinted
Beneath skin and hair lines
Curled up in fingernails
Cut and hooked
Pulled by a string
Or umbilical chord
Belly first
White gutted
And red throat
Pregnant and dizzy
Barking birds
Tinfoil leaves
Clanking and grey
By postage stamps floating in puddles
Tiny ships lifted by ghost hands
Carried to window panes
Writing pressed against the wall
Tattooed and
Imprinted
Beneath skin and hair lines
Curled up in fingernails
Cut and hooked
Pulled by a string
Or umbilical chord
Belly first
White gutted
And red throat
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Three Untitled Poems/lyrical clusters
1
the herd reacts
tearing and pulsing
towards
fisted red snowbanks
2.
I stand Lumber legged
And tall hunched
Against sky backdropping
Orange and green
Wind from covered suns
Black beetle sized wagons
I spit out the pith
It goes between the mountains
And gets stuck in a goats head
3.
I slip between the secret cracks of sounds, pause a breath a muscle a synapse between finger and brain and typing fingers. I keep the
I keep the light
I keep my name
First time keeping secrets
Holding it close to chest
And scraping it with my thumb nail
Wooden and veined
Ringing
the herd reacts
tearing and pulsing
towards
fisted red snowbanks
2.
I stand Lumber legged
And tall hunched
Against sky backdropping
Orange and green
Wind from covered suns
Black beetle sized wagons
I spit out the pith
It goes between the mountains
And gets stuck in a goats head
3.
I slip between the secret cracks of sounds, pause a breath a muscle a synapse between finger and brain and typing fingers. I keep the
I keep the light
I keep my name
First time keeping secrets
Holding it close to chest
And scraping it with my thumb nail
Wooden and veined
Ringing
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Untitled
I forgot my body
somewhere between home and
this old apartment
wind harder here, snow deeper there
like a limb cut off
my mother said.
somewhere between home and
this old apartment
wind harder here, snow deeper there
like a limb cut off
my mother said.
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