Un
the druthe or the dark
cmere it spits alow a bark
alonesome without the stone
crying to cure the flowers of their wilt
walk, stagger.
to take, tick,
tacketter, thr.
Where has the horror gone
offen drowned himself into?
hhsa!
For Pilinszky János
For Pilinszky János
The rain.
Or maybe
your eyes under
your hands over
your muttering mouth,
dripping with ventriloquism.
Gilded.
Guilted.
Our roots
now weed
only ruin and
I stand shivering
like a forest in flames.
5/13/09
The rain.
Or maybe
your eyes under
your hands over
your muttering mouth,
dripping with ventriloquism.
Gilded.
Guilted.
Our roots
now weed
only ruin and
I stand shivering
like a forest in flames.
5/13/09
Two Views of the Same Thing
Two Views of the Same Thing
It is when the night
is when an eye is
the moon is broken
off and falls like an
open the oval forms
into the lights of
rain that froze and
one that rose is
a sleep underneath
Cold is the blanket
to wrap around the self
is feeling how loud
one move is
sacred
4/29/09
It is when the night
is when an eye is
the moon is broken
off and falls like an
open the oval forms
into the lights of
rain that froze and
one that rose is
a sleep underneath
Cold is the blanket
to wrap around the self
is feeling how loud
one move is
sacred
4/29/09
The Bell
The Bell
Oh how he hangs
Quivering re
covering and
covering his
naked body
so arched and
hanged by his
back to sing
from the top
My back hurts
goddamnit
and stop hitting me
4/29/09
Oh how he hangs
Quivering re
covering and
covering his
naked body
so arched and
hanged by his
back to sing
from the top
My back hurts
goddamnit
and stop hitting me
4/29/09
Threnody
Threnody
To Rachel
You sat upon your father's idols.
He has taken them back,
and you. And your
name and hands:
twisted and mangled, the
sun of your morning
setting.
The vivid sky! The
face of all things alive, and
our soaring love
directed only at the earth.
4/24/09
To Rachel
You sat upon your father's idols.
He has taken them back,
and you. And your
name and hands:
twisted and mangled, the
sun of your morning
setting.
The vivid sky! The
face of all things alive, and
our soaring love
directed only at the earth.
4/24/09
Se Souvenir
Se Souvenir
An unmolded lump of clay,
a Rorschach study session,
a perfect gift for someone
traveling West.
4/20/09
An unmolded lump of clay,
a Rorschach study session,
a perfect gift for someone
traveling West.
4/20/09
Details
Details
Remember when
under winter's white skirt
we hid, and the snow outside
blackened next to your back,
because I saw only white with
my hands and lips.
Do you?
4/11/09
Remember when
under winter's white skirt
we hid, and the snow outside
blackened next to your back,
because I saw only white with
my hands and lips.
Do you?
4/11/09
The Blind Mirror
The Blind Mirror
Every folding mirror hides
an emptiness unfolding.
If only glassy eyes
would recede, revealing
infinitely, the dark,
the empty nothing.
Throw a sideways glance at yourself.
Light struggles in
through cracks,
an ironic foreshadowing
borne at birth.
4/8/09
Every folding mirror hides
an emptiness unfolding.
If only glassy eyes
would recede, revealing
infinitely, the dark,
the empty nothing.
Throw a sideways glance at yourself.
Light struggles in
through cracks,
an ironic foreshadowing
borne at birth.
4/8/09
Genesis
Genesis
in
the beginning there
wasn't, for there had
always been,
but there was now
him.
& in
nards formed,
filled with roses.
life within life,
swimming in rivers;
Self birth:
tears of pain
tears of joy
& in
action, in
ertia, in
the grass he
ponders his own
undying re
flection in the
stars
& In
ane existence,
blissful, is in
stead replaced in
exorably, in
arched to
the mind
& in
to view she
walks, she dances, is
as she had been,
before him,
before the fire
inside him.
& in
finity was
raped into
an ampersand
...
4/2/09
in
the beginning there
wasn't, for there had
always been,
but there was now
him.
& in
nards formed,
filled with roses.
life within life,
swimming in rivers;
Self birth:
tears of pain
tears of joy
& in
action, in
ertia, in
the grass he
ponders his own
undying re
flection in the
stars
& In
ane existence,
blissful, is in
stead replaced in
exorably, in
arched to
the mind
& in
to view she
walks, she dances, is
as she had been,
before him,
before the fire
inside him.
& in
finity was
raped into
an ampersand
...
4/2/09
Sketch
Sketch
If I could tell you
that in the face of
both our worlds collapsing,
I would tell you that it'd be
worth it, then
I wouldn't.
3/31/09
If I could tell you
that in the face of
both our worlds collapsing,
I would tell you that it'd be
worth it, then
I wouldn't.
3/31/09
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