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WORDS AND THE DIMINUTION OF ALL THINGS The brief secrets are still here, and the light has come back. The word remember touches my hand, But I shake it off and watch the turkey buzzards bank and wheel Against the occluded sky. All of the little names sink down, weighted with what is [...] SAGE FRANCIS – GOT UP THIS MORNING It’s not that what we’re doing is wrong But let’s try to keep this a secret Between me, you, and the song A menage a trois that sings to me Sinfully When god plays along What you want with a woman who won’t do what you [...] AUTUMN GRASSES In fields of bush clover and hay-scent grass the autumn moon takes refuge The cricket’s song is gold Zeshin’s loneliness taught him this Who is coming? What will come to pass, and pass? Neither bruise nor sweetness nor cool air not-knowing knows the way And the moon? Who among us does not wander, [...] THE SEPARATE ROSE: I Today is that day, the day that carried a desperate light that since has died. Don’t let the squatters know: let’s keep it all between us, day, between your bell and my secret. Today is dead winter in the forgotten land that comes to visit me, with a cross on [...] TO MYSELF Even when I forget you I go on looking for you I believe I would know you I keep remembering you sometimes long ago but then other times I am sure you were here a moment before and the air is still alive around where you were and I think then I can [...] JOEY AWAKE NOW Some poems, right some poems. I’m a lover of poems. And yes, we lovers of poems must stick together. Don’t mind me. Pardon? Glenn? Glenn? Glenn. It is nice to meet you, Glenn. You are thinking you are in luck. Because look, a strange old man has joined you at the bar. [...] THE WHITE ROOM The obvious is difficult To prove. Many prefer The hidden. I did, too. I listened to the trees. They had a secret Which they were about to Make known to me– And then didn’t. Summer came. Each tree On my street had its own Scheherazade. My nights Were a part of their [...] MAY Let me look at those eyes. I want to know how you are. —Rainer W. Fassbinder Look. May has come in. It’s strewn those blue eyes all over the harbor. Come, I haven’t had word of you in ages. You’re constantly terrified, Like the kittens we drowned when we were little. Come and [...] My Downfall My downfall: those pink articulate lips Divinely flavoured portals to a mouth Where soul dissolves … eyes darting Beneath black brows, snares for the heart, And the milk-white breasts, well shaped, The twin rosebuds, fair beyond other flowers. To itemize thus — is this to cast dogs a bone? The poet’s pen — [...] |
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