Category: conceptual

• the aftermath

  scattered and devasted
  like how glass feels
  after a break-in
  shatters the street

  it is –
  the aftermath
  that counts.

  September 27, 2011

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• living alone

  days without
  words

  i am nothing more
  than
  vapor

  water on the stove boils
  til dry

  the hiss of a gas flame
  laments
  the loss

  a cool glass sits with
  a clink

  September 8, 2011

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• untitled (fifty years go by)

  the quiet takes form,
  slips by unannounced, settles,
  fifty years go by.

  August 17, 2011

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• when memories are scraps

  scraps of our life together
  scattered on the floor
  tossed repeatedly

  when our life becomes
  junk hoarded

  each crystal figurine
  seems to, in a dusty coat,
  frown
  and shake a finger

  each newspaper, one
  on another,
  screams a headline of
  war

  when the dog sniffs out
  an old banana peel

  drags it along
  thinking, one day, this will be
  useful.

  August 4, 2011

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• we become holograms

  the closer i get
  the more it crumbles away
  the horizon
  with its dark mouth
  whispers
  “if you cross this line
  no light will escape”
  you
  and i then
  as holograms, mouths open,
  silent screams like
  Munch
  and our families
  will go on living with us
  hanging on
  their walls.

  July 28, 2011

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• like Haruki Murakami

  some of our memories
  like heavy silt find
  a way to drop in a stream
  like Haruki Murakami
  might slip into a dream
  chase a lost love | all
  consciousness lost
  in bleary 
  Japanese
  mountains…..

  July 25, 2011

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• hermit

  hermit lives
  on a mountain,
  alone but for
  the clouds,
  hair grows long.
  Sagacious child,
  tell us –
  are you scared of him?
  or do you see
  the wisdom in
  that particular
  silence?

  July 22, 2011

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• a brashness undefined

  you will never meet another
  as terrifying as me

  my hook will rip
  your cheek
  as you claw your way
  across the deck
  gasping for air
  every twitch
  compelling you
  forward
  your glassy eyes,
  pleading.

  July 15, 2011

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• math

  those of us who believe in math
  know statistically
  all kinds of things are true:

  solving for x
  must equal
  the balance

  and this,
  death is just one … fraction … away

  it will take a lifetime, though,

  limits
  un-defined,

  July 14, 2011

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• lament the loss (when rain forms a widow’s veil)

  when rain falls
  in the nascent glow
  of a streetlight,
  it seems to wear a veil,
  a widow’s gown

  you and i
  have felt the distance
  between two knees
  sitting too close

  it’s taken its toll

  the bells of the church
  agree – and inside
  The Beatles lament
  the loss
  and turn
  defiantly –

  those headlights in the rain.

  July 13, 2011

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