Thursday, April 30, 2015

Whatever You Had Been




Today whatever you had been
you aren’t any more.
Whatever you had been
just whimpered softly out the door.











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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

The Problem with a Poem




The constant rediscovery that someone, something else is there
occasionally will unnerve – sometimes will reassure.

Unpredictably revisiting the lure in your aloneness or the verve
in someone else’s touch can sometimes seem too much.

The problem with a poem (which the Universe finds queer)
is when it thinks it has to end. There’s no end here.










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Tuesday, April 28, 2015

And Yet I Love It




Averring with impunity
that we are all a Unity
seems reckless in the case of you and me.
Our differences are legion: if you’re sea

then I am desert: I’m a plum
of a conundrum
and you’re quite as clear as glass.
One could bet one’s ass

our substances do not, at base, equate:
you evanesce to air; I bear the weight.
And yet throughout the solar or the lunar year,
I love it when you’re near.








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Monday, April 27, 2015

Your Hair




Your hair rides on your head like Pontius Pilate:
conscious of the dire implications of your fate.
Your hair is like a date: a calendar announcement

of a deadline through which you would like to scratch
a red line – and a boring partner who you grieve
will never leave. Your hair is not good news.

Your hair has other views than you – as deadening
as voodoo. Your hair reminds you you will not survive.
Your hair reminds you you’re alive.








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