Whose throats gargle tears of soil
Where dozens of stars breathe them goodnight
Till you restructured me
My spine
Loosening the blindfolds
Your nightshirt wet with dew
Breezing my feet
The pine needled ladies
Guiding my sleepwalked heart
Drinking the scent of sleep
My cupped cold hands tracing trees
Stuffing my pillows with fruit
Where the loquacity of our laughter lays
Evermore where love wildly climbs steep and magnificently free
Monthly Archives: June 2012
Why Would Such a Tough Fella
Be scared of a little wind?
And he replied . . .
As for this life my dear – I am scared
Scared of the pale drizzly afternoons
The holiness that loudly excites thunderstorms
The singular pond in which my wings pretend
Pretend with the tenderness of a hummingbird
And with these words my heart seeks the afterlife
The long and everlasting grass where my adequate pulse lives
Despite
The seriousness
My recent traffic moving violation (thoses bastards) Happiness reigns beyond fees beyond greed
It shape patters my unpainted heart
My ability to accept the automated device who fined me
What do they know about us humans anyways
The Postman
Against my skin arms reach out like vapours
The way sighs name angels
Introducing the easy lover
The telephones in which he calls me
Me who pink spreads blossoms over continents
Breathing his charming return
Proximity
is us mother
the hunger that hangs
afraid of what is real
the moccasins you forced me to wear
mademoiselles stitching fallopian tubes
yes it was me you heard
yet you rearranged
liquid suppers sipping saints
it’s me who refused your fur
your good lords famously digesting bones
your sixty six candles sinking like dry grapes
shameful isn’t it – my age that is
fortunetelling this unshaped fate
the gravity you snuggle
instead of holding me
