Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Before They’d Even Braved a Kiss

When we arrange our naked
limbs to face each other,
entertaining prospects
of an intimacy,
do you feel as strange as I do?

I’m sensing something very near
I do not understand at all.
I don’t think it’s fear.

If Eve and Adam had a fall,
it must, before they’d even
braved a kiss,
have been a sensory
descent like this.


Monday, March 30, 2015

Spring Ain’t Comin’

Spring ain’t comin’,
so let’s all go to hell
Who knows,
it might be swell.


Sunday, March 29, 2015

So Here We Are

So here we are gadding about
Upanishadding doubt

not minding the bind
we find

we’re in
and not very much believing in sin.


Saturday, March 28, 2015

On Their Own

Imagining that images have meaning gives them meaning
but on their own they do not seem to care.
Friends think what you draw are surely versions of yourself
but what you draw has no idea you’re there.


Friday, March 27, 2015

Two Mystical Sumerians

Two mystical Sumerians came visiting today.
Wistful and contrarian, they hadn’t much to say.
Their aspect and demeanor were mysteriously grand.
They clearly held no hope that I would ever understand.