I know perfectly

Posted on May 18, 2013 by

the inexplicable is you in the midst of a crowd

ever loved, ever chinned, for my eyes to see
I bring yet more trouble, outbidding those who touch you
unhurt by this weight upon me , I lean, and kiss your forehead
softly whispering words uncombed by thoughts, my usual mistakes
discovered, when I repeat your name

the hundreds of years, questioning, second guessing myself
merely steering, as you fake your death, diluted into a chorus
a grand opera, confusingly ascending the opposite way
a speech that provokes me, pressing your fingers across my chest

a sympathy much too apologetic, calling itself doctrines

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in the dirt

Posted on May 18, 2013 by

blue wounds live
a tropical growth
denying animals
from speaking
to me

image

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I will give you a sound

Posted on May 16, 2013 by

that you will hear just well
a heavy cemetery sewed at your feet
a meal of wine, a belly much too mean
to stay afraid, this is me for the take

writing nonsense, turning this world red
I am transplanted, eating my heart in half
never remembering being tucked as a child

who was I – who am I

I am Jesus’s pet, squatting over dried stones

holding a rubber lily pretending it’s my soul
waiting for mother and father to rescue me
no one ever comes, I send postcards, they all return

I rock myself dying seven times

holding a facecloth against my private parts
editing they way I walk, the way I talk
campaigning a softer side,the dimmest of smiles
while God makes museums in my mouth, for everyone to see

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Last Rites

Posted on May 16, 2013 by

I Patiently explain the meaning of fate
The elemental sense in keeping yourself sane
Yet, he refuses to read anything I write
I am convinced it’s my unusualness
I obsess over things, over deaths
Death, we speak often too much of

His lungs dilate slowly, primitively suffering

I can’t rest, can’t sleep

Words consume me, I can heal him
I was a doctor, a nurse, I played the piano
Saving lives, why can’t I save his

Why am I so human, why can’t I contain this grief

I tip at his feet, they are swollen, calling for peace

They mumble light into my ears, it’s sour sound stains my clothes
Elevating my crumbled heart to shore, an Atlantic altar we call home

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Without taste

Posted on May 15, 2013 by

philosophies outline a continual recitation
a despair occupying the divinest of Gods

beneath circumstance, assaulting it’s method
most certainly I die, and aspire a flame

a burning exactitude, a reason to live again

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