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Hmm
Waking Up
Close your eyes and I will follow you anywhere,
whether the tangle of your hair is strangling my fingers
or circulating around your green knit cap
as you look between me and the water, me and the floor,
where even our shadows can't separate anymore,
held against each other in the inverse evening,
whispering to each other: open your eyes,
and ( Read more... ) -
Castaway
Beyond the charted continent, behind the compass rose ( Read more... ) -
Decline
My beard is going white. It has been for a year now, but it's no longer the odd gray hair. It's a network of coordinated terrorist hairs waiting for a signal to consume my chin ( Read more... ) -
blind
a city subdivided into slices
is stacked against the wall
sequentially like an unwrapped deck
marked for your convenience
your hand once levered down a section
to see the light that filtered in
and then the city turned to see
all the light that filtered out
and now I never face that wall
I don't know what to tell them -
Every morning
Like the shadows cast from the manicured tree-line when the sun half-rises, we wake up, lurching to the bathroom mirror in the gray florescence of interior dawn. Nothing has changed. It is an event nestled safely between hundreds of identical events interrupted only by the occasional tragedy ( Read more... ) -
The original line: "Love carves misery as light carves shadow."
Cleave
As the light carves your silhouette
into the threadbare carpeting
creating absence from your presence,
and the salt-thickened breath
churning through the hotel curtains
pools around us without a drop,
we feel furthest when we are closest,
for we ache more acutely to be closer.
Without a window, I should not remember
the lipstick smack on the water ( Read more... ) -
Rule 10: Things Will Get Worse
I don't know if I've had periods of depression. If you wanted to be highly technical, the "periods" of depression I can remember are 1995 to 1999, 2000 to mid-'03, and '04 to the present. (I have no memories of any kind, good or bad, before 1994. To the best of my recollection, life began at 16.) It might be more accurate to say I have periods of ( Read more... ) -
I am two fools
ligature chord
like a patient convinced the bars of his cage
are the black keys on a massive pipe organ
I press against everything I touch
not because I want to move them
but because I am trying to play chords
that you might hear in the distance
through twenty-four ribs, like a small hinged lid,
or white spaces in asylum windows
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Bwhaha
better ( Read more... )