Poems

Ticking Dust

The ticking dust
Climbs over the headboard
And down onto the pillows

Alarms are set
Children tucked

And still the ticking dust
Climbs down over me

My feet search for cold spots under the blankets
And the weight of worn clothes
As I search for a dream from which I cannot awake

February 21, 2010

#20

My feet hurt
Sympathetic to the wanderings of my mind
I walk miles and never move

But most of all, I'm wearing out from the outside in

I'm wearing inward
One day to become a ball
A round milkdud of a human
Up all day, boxed at night

 

February 20, 2010

A Nachtpoem

A man proceeds drifting down the street
He smells something we can't smell

We smell home fires, grilling, pies and cakes baking, the common home smells

But our man on the street licks his lips, opens the door to the house, closes it behind and shuts off the lights.

February 18, 2010

Eighteen

Who are you
When the wind stops its restlessness
And lies calm and dormant at your feet?

In the dark there are melodies and voices in the sounds of the house, the motors in the fans, the working of the mattress and blankets

The blind and its window are cracked the width of a finger open
A knife of air strikes your face from it. It's good. It is

February 17, 2010

17

Soft glow
Strangers
Moonswept lighthouse water

Cable knit sweaters
French braids
Shy upturned nose

Laugh lines
Crows feet across
The snow mixed with sand

They'll be wanting us back at the house

But we have a moment to pull your hair ribbon and wrestle the wind.

 

February 16, 2010

Too bright, too loud

At seconds before midnight
The clock is too bright
The tick it too loud
The pants sit too low
The color is wrong
The hair not quite right
The breath a bit off
The words ill chosen, the sentence badly formed
The thoughts tainted
The heart ok
The intentions as purely as deeply as can be scrutinized
The names forgotten
The river of love drained
The nail driven

The humidifier is on
The bed vast and uncrossable
The quatarre depression gets us all in the end.

 

February 15, 2010

Buddy Night

With warm hair twisting
You fell asleep
Against my back

You're silent now
For the first time today
Finally!

I can hear my tinnitus
And the clock
The wind outside

February 14, 2010

2 weak

I'm up again
at 2 am
watching Mission Impossible
reruns again redundant

And I never change
although I must
I must I must or die and bust
too late too late

To even be great or even widely pitied
Get out of a house into apartments in NY city

And stay up again alone
Just like tonight

 

February 13, 2010

The Bright Ones

Oh, you, beautiful boy
Beautiful boys all
Beautiful boys all of you

Was snow made especially for you?
A private toy from space, from heaven
From an unlocked box in your imagination?

Come! Run into my arms now!

 

February 12, 2010

12

When the snowfall is over
And we are all grown up
I'll live again

In the fullest sense
I'll melt as the snow melts
Into new forms and shapes
You'll not recognize
Not that you've ever recognized

Maybe I won't even know me!

 

February 11, 2010
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