Tag Archives: poem

“Missing You While You’re Here”

2 Nov

“Missing You While You’re Here”

Push too hard but in my defense

a shadow washing over you

but to defend in triplicate

as if to us great poetry

could be born one last time

but in my defense

you were here but gone

to him and him and only him

the news a tragic rope

to gun it fast I get off work at ten

and spurs blur to yellow-jackets

let unhappiness be harmed

and truly great poetry be answered

in strangers’ kisses

friends left us behind

in clouds of sugar cars

nothing could make you stay

could make you do poetry in firelight

don’t talk for a century

don’t talk in poetry

mistaken you:

you’re not gone.

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“Who Among the Best of Us”

27 Sep

“Who Among the Best of Us”

Who among your classmates

will last past this second breathe

board a chivalrous route

give to burns the right amount of panache

the salve of the blank window stare

in dressings

who among you wrests this laurel

past the breakers

the foggy ghost arms

pulled in a ship by her teeth

who among the least of us

tired of dartboards, seal cries

the horn that separates rain from trees

and every tear a cuff link

who among the crows

pack quills for the winter

and beaks of lost sisters

who among the bird bones

breathes so precious a whispered star

who among the mazes for us

who will in feather

panic the air.

“Curl Around this Mountain”

21 Sep

“Curl Around this Mountain”

You won the swamp sweepstakes

and your rattle-born tail

twists ‘round this mountain

the road to a rodeo

points to a checkerboard past

let’s circle us for hours

wherever we wandered to be poets

I promise (I do)

to spot us

a farther lake

we’d never reach

to kiss you complete

awash in a dark wooded bar

awake in a dark wooded hour

as if stun guns from childhood

as if monstrous teeth

and the cold morsels of minnows

of sickening heres, dispiriting dominos

ravens to clutch your pendants

and every rose an eyebrow brush

the hairy stairs

leading to nowhere of my desperate hour

sit down and sip through the pantry

and backwards jump

the ever-fading castle

the romance breaths

on the moon tops to mope

sandalwood and smoke

the rotten cherry to rise

crystal calls of dinosaur men.

“Wait for the World”

25 Aug

“Wait for the World”

You got weighted against the world

and you won

your lips

denied a lungful of leaf

and your skeletal stomach

fulfilled of rose petals

made an evening tree truce

with cornered chalkboards

of your every thought

through the pain of windows

a scratch for the pricker bush

who’s laughing at shadows

in the merry-go-round woods

of wooded puppets

sharing brigadier of bridegroom

with turmeric and salt

of bread-won cut wounds

and shredded gloves,

hairpins of an eerie robber father

whose silhouette a fountain casts,

shreds rocks from crystals

and an apparition burned

in twilight marks

for every woolen doll

our sheets made

of strawberry skins

and petticoats, the lavender nightshade

coats goblins between us

where the toboggan belongs

to the toad king,

carved in the wardrobe:

for sacred wood outlives

the passing flesh.

“Your Wedding Day”

11 Jun

“Your Wedding Day”

My best friend’s a jockey

my other friend’s in a noose

let’s dance away the sunset

your wedding.

The desert starts to waver

my skull and a cross

in a necklace I gather

forever to be lost

your wedding.

Miss ill for your troubles

to gather this mass

the white tulip opens

your wedding day.

They’ll be here in an hour

your body’s in flames

your heart’s cut to pieces

your wedding.

Your hair is lighting

a candelabra

tomorrow is done

for your wedding.

Off-course by his branches

through trees and his weeds

the candlelit gazebo

your wedding day.

Punished of course

and dread fills each second

to lumber encroaching

I can’t come

your wedding.

Arrived early

this bell and glass hands

your love fills this horse

to dig up the souls and lost hands

your wedding.

Princesses and princes

to punish this land

rub one on gravestones

across this clearing of years

veils ashamed

of your wedding day.

Beneath a poplar the popular pastimes

and all is borrowed

four leaves for wine

birthmarks and freckles

beneath lonely and fallen

your wedding.

“This Reflection Casts a Shadow”

25 May

“This Reflection Casts a Shadow”

You never told me

about the raccoons living here

or your marital highways

as the raccoon in the suit

is upstairs waiting for me

to light this gas and fade away

brilliant sunshine from all radiators

never a flame forever

we play our part, our favorite roles

I’m moving away

I’m not that sort of person anymore

who can move with a place

this diet of lasting years

leaves me tethered to a tiger’s tongue

wandering through the fields

the zeal of tundras

and ravens at my back

I’d clear my name

in the flexing eyes of crossbows

hawks wear leather bags

because this crossroad

and dye our darlings

and all the memories cold reptile toes

and blue show me a guide to mend garden crawling up our beds

the rain is a pelt, happy to be worn

and your wild eyes through the years

this is the poison part

with all they glided over lilies.

“We Were Out of Time”

11 May

“We Were Out of Time”

And places

and wolves to do that

and tricks the canary played

in closed hands

and rain beams

and frosted roofs

and scarlet dream

your cowboy clothes

and the robot lending missing pieces

to the memories of June

in fountains of electricity

pour you, through seasons

caught behind a door with your first love

a whiff of perfume and stirred to the

kissing, skirts adrift for flames

peach of peaks and the pesce

of heavy petting

one last sword to graze

the fizz of drinks cast overboard

the crackling of parting

and parties below deck

slips through silver hills

just as blinding, locket hawks

and silver men in sleet

a night on towns when unobserved

the beast reserves

of shameful things

and toyed the knocking

and what are joys

the buds aflame

river-smart and jeans

and needles coated fast and blue

and terrorize

the peeling night of denim means

the birds were anonymous,

as we once were.

“Your One Last Chance to be Beautiful”

23 Apr

“Your One Last Chance to be Beautiful”

Beautiful racket, freeze us in our dread

and beautiful rockets, close our eyes

and beautiful born to be beautiful rain

the last chance hours have cost us again

and all of our mimicry falls in this purse

and all evolves no matter the curse

our chemical wedding

and the fluttering of frogs

and forgive us those beautiful trees

who give us our bread

furthering events to stand alone

the scalding of the troll’s mother

who wants to bake us for breakfast

spread like rose bruises

across the gulch

closes the horizon

with the blind glove,

the fisheries’ transparent nets

laid bare on a floor of scary faces

dreaming of a naked hill, spread-eagled

to awake in a cornfield

barren and gagged

and all throats multiplying

for each blessed tear of nourishment

fever in the range

the imprints of a body falling

through nets and stars

and changeling: you hatched a demon.

“Maybe This Day Will End”

18 Apr

“Maybe This Day Will End”

Maybe someday

this day will end

maybe tomorrow

if this spacecraft lands

our lives will end

so we circle above the dunes forever

replications of our former lives

ready to click our belts in place

the company wants androids

icy and frozen waterfall chips

our art is a design cast by a puma

wings astride insect clouds

the howls of engines

amend this midnight

your duplicate portal shell

shed a snake skin

the sand planet rises,

transferring our enemies

to a revolution living timeline

to kill a fresh-hatched king

his vulture lips astride

an Arabian horse

a roadblock of sheep feet

the waterfall is clear

the water cellar filled

with belly dancer mirages

the golden eggs are clucked

and holds over our plural selves

for the tanks release their trifold

blend of green smoke,

white smoke, pink smoke,

and we are shaken to our owl howls, tough leather spiders in your belt,

the rodent wasteland spreads

coffee bark to clean our interiors:

I saw the beast of three dreams.

“Poem Star”

15 Apr

“Poem Star”

Call me back never,

never for all that grows in football cleats

and rotten cheerleader uniforms

for waterfalls burning

for corks without aim

for the burnt mask

and they haven’t made me since 26426

on a distant star planet

dripping from their foreheads

an alien race lost in radio waves,

the machines have met us alive

for centuries of blood rhumbas

and vipers in your jeans

we though you’d moved away by now

and fallen off the trees.