The Whole of the Body

I lurch from day to day

no grace

swerving like a drunk driver from one

moment of intention to another

slicing myself up

on the ragged corners

of this precarious life

i die and i die and i die. my heart rolls over and over. this is the first, the only time I've been to the brink of death and back. no. the hundredth, the ( Read more... )

if the dense blue could hold me

if there was resistance

if the heavy slump of body against air

could be cradled by comforting molecules

that would give, fold, flow, wrap

if the endless could hold us

I’d be inclined to walk on water, swim in air...

I’d be inclined to fly,

heart soaring

towards the darker part of the sun

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  since I find it difficult to speak

to
or on behalf of
the dead

and often at all

given the insufficiency of language
to hook an estranged spectre
or reach even ordinary ears;

since language fails me, mostly, almost all the time

and especially, as I said,

has no power to make flesh of
a yearning, missing, grieving wish
that lives in ( Read more... )

today i am seething ( Read more... )

you walk through the green grass
knee deep in oranges
in shoes of love
too big for your feet.
your hair sets the tree on fire
and makes the sunset bleed.

VALE ( Read more... )

fucking hear me, because i'm finding it *very* difficult to locate myself in a speaking position...

your exclusive and explicit taxonomies of identification and subjectivity silence me

maybe this is the impossible space with free foating locus that i've been seeking. existing outside language.

i am every season
and every shade of weather

i am falland notfall

iamnot
in the autumn
of my life
except on the days when my leaves

turn

and sometimes
               strippedbare
i am winter/ed

i can burn
and i can drown
i can
     all
     fall
     down
amongst the pungent flowerings

how many seasons can i be today?
tempested andtornadoed
i ( Read more... )

dear dear dear (diary)
sorry it's been so quiet from my end (and you just have that paternal benevolent listening demeanor on..). Dealing with the dogged day to dayness of it all makes me a bit withdrawn sometimes... i think it might be called depression, and just now i'm thinking that i should probably go back and see my shrink, and that maybe my ( Read more... )

is a battle won reluctantly by will over desire

and though I have much to be grateful for

and though I have much to be grateful for

I resent deeply the trick of the new day

dawning

fresh and sharp

a surrealist slice

dangling its gems -

drops of water strung on the web of a spider’s night

each one fat with upsidedown worlds of ( Read more... )