I’ll bite the tight
flesh slightly
along the back
of your neck
until you hum
the length
of your body
like honey bees
fanning a hive
desperate
to cool down
(December 18, 2013)
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how it is said
by
If I could drawla bit slower,savor each syllable,the complex notes,at playbetween consonantand licentiousvowel,then the wordsmight nottasteso bitteron my tongue.(December 17, 2013) -
The Night Opens and Closes
by
Mid-December moonrises full behind the trees;each month, I’m stunned still.Moon, my only friend,you’ve seen me through such phases:who drinks with you now?This morning, the moonilluminates my waking,a cold reflection.(December 17, 2013) -
Two Sides, Same Coin
December 13, 1995The conflict, my only true conflict,flares again tonight. I takesides – – – both are my own.I am the obstacle, I am motion.If conflict does not mean love,I hate myself at times.(from “My Book of Changes,” 1994-1995) -
Checking the Map
December 11, 1995And yet here I am:not much farther thanwhere I was when I left:only the distance was great.It’s never an easy matterto stand still, listening close.
(from”My Book of Changes,” 1994-1995) -
collapse
my feet made of dustdisperse into corners of the housecomfortable in inconsequencemy knees crack against the stone floorinto puddles of diceclattering their way toward silencemy face encased with maskscrumbles one word at a timeback into the liquid earth(December 14, 2013) -
Step By Step
November 29, 1995Each drop traces a pathfrom puddle to river.Water runs deep.Gradually, I turn toward home.I become angry, more at myself . . .Only I can take me where I need to be.(from “My Book of Changes,” 1994-1995) -
Hubris Waits in This Illusion
so self-assured you knowwhat everyone must doso easy to dictate other’s actionswhen you have nothing to loseso simple to be idealistically cleanwhen living within an abstractionso trapped in your tacit visionthat all must see for redemptionso sure your way is the wayfor everyone to blindly craveso oblivious to your echoesof those you claim to fight(December 13, 2013) -
to sleep perchance
by
if I could sleepeven a littleinstead of wakingthrough the nightto listen like nowto the darkwithout a pento answer backthen the day’sdistractionsmight pull awayand not intrudedomineeringwhat I say(December 11, 2013) -
trees and shadows
by
somewhere norainbows yetsomewhere yesother than herewe tussle somuch we becomesomething noone can knowwithout becomingas well whatwe abhor soinstead desireoccults our mindto avoid fulldischarge beneathan unforgiving moon(December 11, 2013)
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