Here's to the final pretender
a moth buried in her silky dust,
a lady with wings of crepe and
a thorax riddled with scars
An adhesive sticky as tar
pins my feathery bones to these
escaping thoughts and my skull
tacks me to the table
And upon this day of departure
I am softened, my grip unbound
Strip the terror from my gauzy limbs and
set me on the emerald air
In the dustbin of this world,
scrambled chaotic with refuse
you fed our wavering mouths, easily
We slept on the floor, palm to chest
I am the proud vessel of
such debilitating fidelity,
such an all-consuming joy
Please, bind me to quell the shaking
10 March 2009, 10 March 2010
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My Bygone City and My Past Self
In the night, the gray clouds repose
low above our heads and the
confetti snow fills in the air
blowing every which way as if the
watchman dropped a snowbomb on
our silent whistling word and
in the midst of the which way
I inch in futile rubber boots and
make my way to the brass door knob and
I ring the bell of your new
four hundred dollar apartment
and even as I QUIETLY (quietly!)
close it hence a serpent of
snow and wind slithers out of the
whiteness and is scattered by
the manufactured glow of the radiator
and my uncomfortable appendages
thaw and my tense brow unfurrows and
the champagne pops! then settles and
my inner spring uncoils...
I loved you so painfully I could not write the word.
Winter 2010
low above our heads and the
confetti snow fills in the air
blowing every which way as if the
watchman dropped a snowbomb on
our silent whistling word and
in the midst of the which way
I inch in futile rubber boots and
make my way to the brass door knob and
I ring the bell of your new
four hundred dollar apartment
and even as I QUIETLY (quietly!)
close it hence a serpent of
snow and wind slithers out of the
whiteness and is scattered by
the manufactured glow of the radiator
and my uncomfortable appendages
thaw and my tense brow unfurrows and
the champagne pops! then settles and
my inner spring uncoils...
I loved you so painfully I could not write the word.
Winter 2010
What Dry Eyes Say
I am a quiver of harpoons
Blazing through open water
Bolstering ruin from the inside out
The tarnished incarnation of
Maniacal selfishness, compulsive deceit, the worst:
The illicit use of deliberate focus.
Our seesaw is defunct
Loyalty, catapulted from its rightful position
By indulgence gorged on secrecy
And, stumbling homeward,
Loathing the sight of his own feet before him
He is greeted by a yawning door and a hungry den
Without a phantom to split the cost
Without a mirror to share the joy of the aching day
There, tumbling in distress
Insatiability will bankrupt his body
Solitude will lose its security
And craving his enemy is becoming the norm
In my fragility I lack the capacity to endure loss.
I am a bowl too small for swimming,
A stem blown to be splintered.
7 May 2009
Blazing through open water
Bolstering ruin from the inside out
The tarnished incarnation of
Maniacal selfishness, compulsive deceit, the worst:
The illicit use of deliberate focus.
Our seesaw is defunct
Loyalty, catapulted from its rightful position
By indulgence gorged on secrecy
And, stumbling homeward,
Loathing the sight of his own feet before him
He is greeted by a yawning door and a hungry den
Without a phantom to split the cost
Without a mirror to share the joy of the aching day
There, tumbling in distress
Insatiability will bankrupt his body
Solitude will lose its security
And craving his enemy is becoming the norm
In my fragility I lack the capacity to endure loss.
I am a bowl too small for swimming,
A stem blown to be splintered.
7 May 2009
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