Things cast
like water off
a wet dog
stand straight
ready for use
open to the page
the wind never turned
in patterns that
are riveted in
consistent distances
negative magnetic
pulls of people
clothed in layers
and force of cars
that drive the road
trace back
to me among
things arranged the way
I planned
Monthly Archives: February 2010
Out of Order
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Beyond
Beyond
the closed lids
the room’s walls
the sound’s reach
through cavernous ears
acts stop
blacks stir
and pasts set aside
aversion toward tomorrow
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Words
Skin stretched until lined
by streaks, wrinkles and creases,
bloated and blemished by spots,
crawling with spider veins
are called on out of want,
perceived need, entitlement
to long life’s accumulations:
symbols of wealth and wisdom
to be passed on for free.
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The Target
They slaved under
colossal stones
for Pharaoh’s soul to fly
and melt into the sun.
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The Knife
The cold knife
shivers pleasure.
Its pride gleams,
buried, unseen
the moment when what
had just been one
now is something other.
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Meat
Bleeding meat:
more white fat
and gray bone
than red flesh
and purple vein.
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Writings
The ink in the pen
drains through the stem
onto sheets of paper.
Pointed ocean ripple tips
connecting distant shores:
one self to another.
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Hunger
The sun was underestimated
so bright the heads were hung
and still it shines white in faces
the sidewalk stones are
incandescent and plainly seen
to be of harder substance
than the sky when visible
above walls and roofs
The door opens and lets
the voice cut off the intercom
reveal the guesses at truth
drifting over the ground
were never to be here
a weighted balloon
in the [...]
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My Past
I go through all of my past -
places I’ve been, people I’ve known,
in search of one to return to;
some indication I still am wanted,
that they would have me and that there
I would be able to walk around, work,
run errands, sit still and rest at night
without the haunting hints that the place
for me is elsewhere and [...]
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