November 30, 1995
Through the storm’s tumult,
thunder’s crash,
lightning’s flash – – – I see
a darker vision: a wagon,
myself, the team, smashed
on the crags below this path.
(from “My Book of Changes, 1994-1995)
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Where are You Going?
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I’m not sure I trust people who knowwho they will be years from nowas if one could gather up the possibleand lay it out like coins on a tableI trust I will arrive without knowingI have since passed where I think I am(December 5, 2013) -
fraudulent
I stand before youholding a mirrorin such a mannerthat when you lookto me you seeyourself insteadthen I becomewhat you wantthe most not alwaysme but a ghostin the guiseof your desirea chameleon clingsto the color of a wall(December 4, 2013) -
each night the same
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tired anger staggers about the houselike a drunk lashing out in frustrationI hide within the corners of languageand whisper words of solace to the dark(December 3, 2013) -
Dread the Day
dread is more patient than fearfear leaps from the dark while dreaddread takes his time as if strollingthrough the park bringing dusk with himlengthening shadows beneath the treesand the next curve along the pathdread crawls like a worm into your chestnestling in just below the rib cagebefore sending tentacles out like threadsstitching all the tiny bits of worryinto a net trapping you with yourown sense of impotent immobility(December 2, 2013) -
(borders)
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Down . . .The . . .Side . . .Victorians . . .Spoke . . .Words . . .Hidden . . .Along . . .Edges: . . .Obscured . . .Frontiers. . .(from “primogenitive folly, August 2001-April 2003) -
Little Birds
Fly, good Fleance, fly, fly, fly!–William Shakespeare, Macbeth, 3.3away quick away like starlingsleaping into air and twistingback upon each other hand toarm to face to laughter fearingwhatever is after will finally captureand all the delightful falderal of lifewill be stripped bare bones exposedto air until every step we trip uponwill clatter like crows laughing fromfrozen branches tangled with hair(December 1, 2013) -
these hands
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these hands hold the pen above the pagethese hands toss crows into the airand finger the harlequin’s guitarthese hands knead this morning’s breadthese hands push the knife through to boneand run down the length of your spinethese hands block the blinding sunthese hands deflect the abuser’s blowsand hold your hands to my heartthese hands pull flowers from the groundthese hands slide along your bare skinand cover my shattered face as I weepthese hands reach out to catch the rainand pull you closer through the night(November 30, 2013) -
36. Veiled Light
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November 11, 1995I work with my students,alone, with no one to talkand share. I often desireto work through the night.Writing the dark, watchingthe movement of stars.(from “My Book of Changes,” 1994-1995) -
a curtained door
to disguise a centerwithin my evasion’s veilsI manage to maneuvertoward my partial perceptionsdraped to soften my soul’sjagged shards upon whatthe world expects of me(November 27, 2013) -
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)
