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.


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.


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.


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.