there is no secret on the wall
no wall no hieroglyphs
what message there is from god
is as thick as death
it clings to our hearts
the word made flesh
if such words are lost on you
there truly is no hope
(September 21, 2017)
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With Age
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I have no balanceAnd cannot juggle.My handsCannot holdAnymoreAwkward shapes:Polygons, rectangles,Too many, tooOdd and bulkyIn broken fingers.Today is today,Yet I flood itWith yesterday’sAnd tomorrow’sThinking.I know timeToo well, I chokeOn splinteredSeconds,The clotted hours. -
What Do I Know?
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It’s hard to seeIn the day’s dazzle—Too oftenOut of habitAnd negligence,I fail to noticeMuchOf everything.Each step forwardShimmers like lightOn water, a rippledPath expandingTo disperseExhaustedAt the edges.Each moment glistensPossibility’s radiance.I stand withinA lambent circle;An auraOf misunderstandingsFlutter like feathersAlong my skin.(September 20, 2017) -
after silence, no echo
he’s simply a toola means to her endsas he was each momenthe couldn’t comprehendit was enough to be noticedto be of some interestso he danced on her stringa sad distraction at besthe has said he’s slowto decipher such nuancehe hears an entreatyand is newly entrancedhe knows nothing’s thereyet he dances with air(September 17, 2017) -
I am Not You
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I write into myselfa space to survivethe expectations and liesthat have become my home.This is no autobiography,but a bald accusation,of anyone who daresarrive at a readingand not see themselvesinscribed upon the page.I have become myself,naked and exposed,despite interpretationsformed in other’s woes.(September 17, 2017) -
Envisioned
He abjures other’sInterpretationsWith a sullen shockThat they’d dareTranslate himInto what they desired.He was no moreTheir dark whispersThan what he claimedFor himself: eachA hurried collectionOf presumptionsAnd clichés reducedTo a simple tinctureUsed like belladonnaTo disguise hisSeductive visionAs an honest truth.(September 11, 2017) -
A Way of Writing
like a loose threadfrom an old sweaterpull a lineout of contextfor the soundsit holdsthen take anothersolely on whimand bend themlike gossipsto make connectionsout of airuntil you aremore than you were(September 8, 2017) -
Problematic
I have difficultyWith coherence—Or perhaps just change:My resistance to one,Solidifies the other.(September 3, 2017) -
i sound out words in an unknown language
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“pale light by which it reads itself’–Michael Palmer, Light Moves 3almost morning almost nightthe cloudy day verges on raini know figures on the wall as walla cuneiform by which i’m accounteda permanence impressed to clayto which i’m owed as recompensei understand little i read nowthe words slur thick in my mouthinarticulate i shuffle a dancehoping my steps fall surebeneath this pale neon moontell me again i sing who i am(September 3, 2017) -
Ways of Knowing
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“the outline of what he learns”–Anne Carson, Eros the BittersweetHierarchical needsCreate stone stacksTo a non-existent god.Doubt displaces belief,I believe. Love needsNo proof to know.Not only the clearPath lays the wayThrough a dark wood.Side steps by tanglesAllow departures pastShapes only alluded.I hold the darkCognizant itselfOf more than I am.(August 29, 2017) -
after incomplete statements of desire
Nothing ends,as nothing happens:vague and inchoate.It falls like dustto fill the invisiblelesions and crackscarved in yourmisguided and mistakendesires,a passive constructwhich required moreto consummate.(August 29, 2017) -
Ars Poetica
a line opensas it usually doesinto anotherbends towarda new wayfor an old thoughtas a rosebends alonga trellisin slow searchof the sun’stransitI used to worryafraidof my shadowsafraid in the darkI would losethe sourceI don’t knowanymorefrom where it comesuntil it’s therewith me againall along(August 28, 2017)
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