Thursday, November 26, 2009
See how soon we shall end Copenhagen.
Copenhagen soon shall see. We end how
we end. Copenhagen shall soon see how.
How ends Copenhagen? We shall soon see.
Soon Copenhagen shall end. We see how.
We see Copenhagen ending. How soon. Shall
we end soon? How? Shall Copenhagen see
how? End soon Copenhagen. We shall. See...?
on an after-morning uncertainty
phrases seasick with bottles
not as blank
mined, coming up for air
through this dark shaft
Tender, undressed motions passed
as at the bar
exams in which we
the shape of the cosmos.
mourning like this afternoon
into the evening,
As if I had been wanting words
so things replace
a color speaks:
“drive past chance
or the harbor”
Who am I to tell them why it’s wrong?
perhaps I am
golden as on
Package wrapped, or a wall
“gives” or was it
unable to believe Tuesday
A ripple, a return.
This keeps me awake
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Friday, November 13, 2009
Fire on the inside, snapped adrift on the way to mourning, last train
rumble to ramble homeward she aloft within a framework of glass
and concrete metal beams encase. She is thinking of words and webs
fingers scaling over bruised surfaces as if time could repeal action,
disactivated. Kick, hover, reasoned list of forgery, forgets.
She plasters herself to the pane, suction cup of each fingertip
sticking her to now, and then now.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
was a big zero like it made no difference
to say I mean, rather than I mean
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
optional. in your home.
use the answer to listen
smudge way before
if you cannot speak,
“To garble Greta Garbo a bit, I want to be at home”
Night Poem # 2
Dance in the wooden alley of mirrors.
In the house, there amber stage lights above us.
I am in a purple mumu, day’s heat cooling.
I try to share kisses on the phone
Pack 20 or so words in around the word 'kiss' so as
to seem less vulnerable.
As I am vulnerable very soft
Convulse volcanos explode. Well that’s what we get.
--NYC, summer 2009, some hour in the middle of the night