Poems March 2010

Baltimore

There is a moan winding it's way through the venting of the hotel
A wind trying to get it, sad about it, angry about it
I'm trying to stay out
The wind is me, I'm that wind
I'm that sad angry moan so low in the belly it might not be there
Discontent as quiet as a small finger brushing a pillow in the next room
But as busy and impulsive as the highway we drove in on
But I'll leave by local roads, through the back country, through a long cut that takes years if you're lucky

 

March 31, 2010

Under

Tis where no wind blows
And no one finds me
Light but glances in and leaves me

Horn sound far away
Planes soar past and onward
Rain gathers by the stoop

When it's clear
When I choose
We'll sit on that stoop
With summer flavoured ice pops
And sticky fingers
And await the fireflies

March 30, 2010

rain and clocks and dreams

The clicks of rain and the alarm clock remind me I'm neither where I belong nor on schedule.

What a fuck-up I've been. What a mess.

 

March 29, 2010

Point Source

We keep a light on somewhere
To guide you in
Or keep monsters out
And stumble about
Like the carpet is calf-deep water

In the red glaze of morning
I lay on my back and rub my chest
My reflection wonders what happened and why didn't we see it
And we shuffle off, crying and arm and arm

March 28, 2010

What to do

Now that she does not love me
Hokey lyrics
What to do

Sell those earrings buy some goldfish
For the children

It's a big mistake to let it end
But when the sun is high overhead
The shadows cover up my eyes
And water flows from low to high

Head over heels is not a comfortable position
nor a permanent condition

But by some act of contrition
6 years hence they're still delivering flowers
I'll relent
but until then I know what to do

 

March 27, 2010

Next?

What next?
A rose or butterfly wings
Delight and rolls of money
Two prancing lions and a heart of good intentions about keeping appointments and looking at the moon more often

Under the sink, things to do
Papers to collect and young girls at twilight
Never get around much anymore in this lush life

My father knew most of this but I prefer to unmake the bed of my mind, sleep through the best parts of my dreams, and awake with a start beside someone who stll hasn't met me.

 

March 26, 2010

Fifty

There are things I cannot do anymore
I've not forgotten
Indeed, I remember
But to move on I must forget
Memory holds us down
I will not hold or be held
I've been forgetting now for years

March 25, 2010

Half n Half

The day has nothing that the night doesn't
sun up, sun down, moon out, moon hidden
The house is still there, the walls

It is only in dreams I climb out the window
And in waking climb back in

March 24, 2010

More

I want more
I want everything
All in a moment
Lasting forever
Forever remembered
And always forgotten for the experience of seeing it anew

March 23, 2010

Party

Party like there's no tomorrow
'Cause there isn't
Tonight the Saxons come while we're sleeping
To put the torch and the blade to our taste buds and let us lap up our own blood

It'll been sweet on yonder tomorrow
Older and well-dressed
Perhaps at a Starbucks
Older, with a frappacino
Young girls still not taking me seriously

March 22, 2010
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