The month ahead already pushes
like voices coming through the window from outside
that make you not want to be in this room anymore.
An urge you are uncertain having even felt
and if you felt then whether or not to follow:
an action carried out with force that had been lacking
in the batterings taken through a gauntlet passage
with head [...]
Monthly Archives: November 2009
The Month Ahead
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Rust
The grinding down of the engine’s innards
designed succinctly to be worn away,
is mindless and antipathetic. It’s screams
sadly have become part of the bland tableau.
Puddles of patches of rust evaporate.
The surfaces of their depths sink
and the brown dusts that floated there
eventually blow away. Beginnings
are starting everywhere, hurling outward
like dead star matter or willful flowers who
aversive climates [...]
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Evans Memorial
Sunflowers in iron urns droop down.
Mournful angels and saints frozen
in stone in the hot southern sun,
cast their aspects either downward
or raise them up penitently in prayer.
The god they regard isn’t there.
Their eyes are of blind marble.
Nothing looking into nothing.
The hope of mortal remains,
slowly becoming one again
with the soil of the earth.
Sprinklers spray and birds chirp
over [...]
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Derelict
You’re gonna roll one in seventy months,
someone he thought was me told him.
And the derelict kept coming back
every morning asking for cigarettes.
Since then they’ve repaved the sidewalks,
pushed the businesses back to make the road wider,
installed benches on every block. They’ve brightened
up the lampposts too, revamped them to appear older.
He had watery eyes and long white [...]
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Flame
The burning touch of the lukewarm glass
sparkling inside with fading effervescence.
The pain in the fingertip dipped in the
settled liquid and the pulsating howls like
choked weeping it emits after giving in
with forward motion to the seductive draw
of constellations in five-fingered candelabra.
The possibility of contact was destined to be real.
Candles smoke to disappearances the more
they’re watched, the [...]
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Spontaneity
I’ve lived the lives of savages
hellbent on shifting totems
but the conqueror’s spirit has faded
in the dimness of my charted brain
whose faculty is to order things.
Every moment is another battle not
to put my face in my hands and rub
the closed lids of my eyes and
I am doubting what to do with this last hour
of the freedom [...]
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Salted Honey
Somebody’s face appeared, a wavecrest
surfacing, and asked me what was a word
I didn’t understand and asked him twice
to repeat while I strained with my eyes
squinted and all attention in my ears;
trying to be of service to someone
who tells me it isn’t important, smiles
and goes away. The blue in the eyes of
the drowned goes from milky [...]
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Cigarettes
Indulgences in euphoria are good
and healthy. Craving is deeply spiritual.
It happens as rarely as genuine prayer.
The means to attain euphoria
are concrete as tables and chairs:
their functions are only relevant
to what is presently in the room.
They get reverted to excessively
when necessity to always be occupied
becomes an object of apprehension
and sometimes mired confusion.
A man lights a cigarette
in [...]
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Three Haikus
I enter a place
and sit down. Gradually,
everybody leaves.
***********
The present is an
insatiable vacuum that
we are forced to fill.
***********
Ancients threw their most
beautiful virgins to drown
in the dragon’s lake.
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Sanity and Reality
For those who have the audacity
to pass through the vagaries of considering
varied forms of reality there runs
the risk of becoming irretrievably
dissevered from the way things really are:
that sober determination with which
a stranger is observed marching
from one point to another for a specific purpose
which can be forgotten along the way
and not remembered upon arrival,
where point B [...]
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