to disguise a center
within my evasion’s veils
I manage to maneuver
toward my partial perceptions
draped to soften my soul’s
jagged shards upon what
the world expects of me
(November 27, 2013)
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My Cliches: Clogged Arteries
bare skin on skinstrands of hairnecks backs lipsa kiss againand then again***wordsvoiced unvoicedspoke into the darkwritten like hereunread***paths roadstrails stepstrudge walklost forestsbread crumbs***hungerravenous desiretongue tip dippedin wine fruitfood a metaphor***in and outof roomsdoors openclose vanishempty spaces****pronouns stirredhe our youI we sheyou me noantecedents***adjectives and nounsverb the imageinto the lineof the sentencesans punctuation***rivers flowlike airconversationfolding intous all(November 26, 2013) -
8. Union
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November 24, 1995Holding synchophants in disdain,I hesitate to seek friends.I watch my motives, my desiresnot wanting to entangle myselfin those hypocritical webs;like water, we find our oceans.(from “My Book of Changes, 1994-1995) -
entangled
storied moments tangle into viewif one attends every moment of the daythe seconds reconnect and bend oneanother’s shapes to shape simultaneouscauses one to the other to divergeenough not to see the tenuousstrands which trail behind each wordlike lovers unaware their last kissis the last kiss at our story’s end(November 25, 2013) -
Late November Sunday
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Rain drips cold from tree branches.The leaves hold tight, like beggars,to no avail, as the wind plucks themcasually into the air like laughterof starlings fluttering quickly away.She watches from a window wonderingwho he is sleeping with tonight,then turns toward the darkening solaceof the house with its nostalgic glissandosraining about her like shattered glass.(November 24, 2013) -
11. Siren Song
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November 26, 1995I stand at the horizon I saw;the horizon is where I was.In an infinite universe,I step away, yet remainat a center. The horizondraws, but is not there.(from “My Book of Changes,” 1994-1995) -
(are you listening)
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do you hear my mind’s echowithin the words you mouthwhat you say is only partof what I once saidin passingto youin a casual conversationwhen I was drunkand wanted morethan a kisswhich never came(November 23, 2013) -
so many subtexts
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I hear allI wantallI wishin every wordyou saymy projectionmy dreammy selfin each wordI want youto sayto me(November 23, 2013) -
just a thought
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something anything is so important that you must tell someone any one what it is that you see is something other than what is there that you are willing to scream in the viscera that what is there is so important that you are willing to die to be heard not herd.(November 22, 2013) -
21: Elemental Change
Stepping through a green dooron the cliff’s edge, he gives birthto himself, singing his childish songs.Like omphalos blood washedinto the earth by a mid-wife,auras of light drip from himwith a musical clarityas he dances into the wind.(from a work in progress, November 22, 2013) -
20: risen
like a child gigglinggood-night beneathher blanket, duskfingers the clouds,then trumpets themarch toward dawn;the clarity nightbrings altersenough for changeto grow into anewer day, safefrom allthe misjudgmentsthat friend and foeplace upon youlike stone slabsover tombs.(from a work in progress: “Arcana,” November 22, 2013) -
To Write
“To build light”—Ezra Pound, Canto XCVI. . . into thefinite natureof definitiondraw a lineyour lineon a pagea boundarythen use that to lifta larger space into placearound yet anotherbit of lightpeering through a slat in the wallwhere dust motes dance unencumberedby your word(November 19, 2013) -
Peace
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November 21, 1995On the horizon,Heaven meets earth.The sun rises and setssimultaneously – – Wheream I? At home,I am content.(from “My Book of Changes,” 1994-1995) -
19: Now You Know
Who stares at the sun?Such clarity permeatesall darkness: My eyes!( from a work in progress: “Arcana,” November17, 2013)
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