drowning in waves
of sentimentality
clichés clot
like blood in the brain
our words confine
(from “primogenitive folly” August 2001-April 2003)
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Despair
by
after Lar Lubovitch’s Crisis VariationsBrokenPorcelainDollsLostFingersBentWiresCrackedFacesWithoutNosesSlumpUnclothedTangledTogetherSoftCottontorsosExposedStainedForlorn(October 31, 2013) -
doors and stairs
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no mirrors or windowsnot a trapped visionbut a step awayan ascent or descentanother levelbeckons another placeto move towardan allowed emptinessa resurgent differencea space otherthan now withinarbitrary linespermissionsways awaytoward fromphase to the sidean occlusiona lunar excusecurrent tidesheart’s pulseddesires(October 30, 2013) -
Loss
“everyone I knowgoes away in the end”–Trent ReznorWith bees in his bones,he vibrateswithin each step.Hesitant to speak,or move, a mirageshimmers his mind.His filter failsto strain the dayfrom his desire;his vision blindswith nothingto do but mournthe loss sufferedwithin a gapof his imagination.(October 29, 2013) -
agoraphobic
so much emptiness engulfs himhe must build walls to copesub-divide the areas allowedinto smaller manageable allotmentslock doors lose keys step awaykeep your acidic questions at baybuild a place where he can beaway from the edges of space(October 28, 2013) -
hummingbird’s lust
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lost in wonderas a rose unfoldsinto morning airI fall ripewith hunger intoyet another flower(October 28, 2013) -
(sequence matters: end of the strand)
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whatwhatspeakunderstandthewhatofwhatcoherencedependsanorderwhere
whatonesaysmattersonlyintheseguencesinwhichonesayswhatmattersand
sequencematterseachlinkprovidesstrengthchainsthatbind
whatwhatspeakunderstandthewhatofwhatcoherencedependsanorderwhere
whatonesaysmattersonlyintheseguencesinwhichonesayswhatmattersand
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Two Poems from "My Book of Changes"
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21. Clarity Shimmers the DayNovember 10,1995Silence preventsunderstanding,concedes to chaos.Speak! Thunder rollssparking interest. Lightningdisperses night.36. Veiled LightNovember 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) -
Echo Without Reason
within desire lies doubtthe no drapes the yeslike memory veils daywith a damp patinaalways another waya bend of thoughtto turn a casual glancetoward stories not toldto hear echo as origin as ifher voice caresses his earwith whispers of intentthrough a risen morning’s mistwe wake into this darkwith expectations of dawn(October 25, 2013) -
abstract
by
your distracted airalmost pulls a momentlike thread from my heartto puddle hoursbetween usand the floorlike knowledgeabledimesraining inempty tincansalmost oneor anotherin the autumnal airbut not younor me(October 25, 2013) -
temptation of paris
“horizon of truth”–Michael Foulcaulta glimpse toward possiblea brighter arrival laterlight’s hint bends into itselfa crux of infinite unfoldingslike dawn finding dayhe moves toward a still pointa catastrophe of hearth wisdom and lustan apple just past fingers’ grasp(October 23, 2013)
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correspondence
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I dream this morning of beingtangled, my arms and legsbetween the sheets and you;I wake to find myself againtangled between the sheets and you.For years now I have written youinto my life, my tangled dreams,scrawled across this page like sheetsleft warm upon the bedroom floor.(October 21, 2013) -
19. Inwardly Correct
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November 1, 1995I will continue,as before, downthis path I havechosen. WhereI am is nowwhere I was then.(from My Book of Changes, 1994-1995)
