tangled words
Thursday, August 18, 2011
 
you gotta say something!
they said, but all I could hear
was buttered toast bread and brilliant
rhymes like a two-step tango
danced in time

slipknot satisfied fuckers
and lost bozos breeding
mothers of suckers and forgotten
souls under feet like too much
peat moss and muddled sighs
bring tears to my eyes,
I said, defiantly,
defying those who would make sense
of me to try and do so

it is all brilliant and buggered
and I lost words in a park near
Nice and Cannes and do you know
that for two cents you could buy a lamb
if you should try and do so?

'We all die', the thin folk sighed
when I batted them away with back of
hand and said, 'lamb is too expensive
around here, you hear me'?
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Friday, August 12, 2011
  half a bottle of red
Half a bottle of red
(red like blood, red like cherry sandals)
half of me is dead
(dead like sleeping, dead like a baby)
half the things we said
(said like summer, said like sex)
were buried under covers
(covers like the sky, covers like lovers)
we ate each other whole
(like a snake with a mouse)
and indigestion hit us
(in the stomach where it hurts)
(in the night where it is dark)
I loved you blindly
(but eyes are there for sight)
you said this to me kindly
but my eyes were glued against you
(I can barely see to write)
(and my blue eyes flicker darkly for you)
take the first door to the right
(this is the way out)
you motioned with your hand
I do not do these things lightly
(you will come to understand)


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Saturday, August 06, 2011
  when love finds us
when love finds us it seldom comes
through the front door, or wipes its feet on the mat
We are out hanging washing when it calls
through the bathroom window, steals lockets
and silverware, and does terrible things with toothbrushes

When love finds us, we may not even be home, just to
find a calling card, days later, "we came, you were
not in". "Damn".

When friends find us, we are in the kitchen
just finishing a batch of cookies in apron and floured hands
we welcome them and they take up residence
in the spare room

when dust finds us, it settles in the floorboards,
the hall carpet, and the thin lines of our face

grief does not knock.

death repossesses the house.
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  fighting
the trees gave birth to funny things last night
as we went to sleep in our hearts, our bodies went out
to fight and to fuck
the sun coming up
was no warning to us
we kicked both slippers to the wall, ate
the pumpkin whole, and kept dancing

streamers emerged from our heads
like maypoles in spring
- held aloft and twisting by birds and wings -
and yet we did nothing

but dance and fuck
our hearts torn from the mast
the pirate flag flying

we laughed at tug boats, and set sail
for the sea
tomorrow to be kidnapped
and yesterday pillaged

and the moment, the moment,
the moment of now?
was never ours and could not be
reached, though we fought our way
to the front, all elbows and twists,
it was gone by the time we reached the pew
and so few, so few,
so few of us noticed
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Monday, August 01, 2011
  don't touch that
No - don't touch that -
it isn't you - it cannot
be you - it is much bigger
than you could be

you are just a man
you are just a person
having a conversation
with someone else

and yet - here is this thing -
with your name on it -
blowing great holes into
my infinite insides
rearranging the world
with your breath

you eat and shit
and yet - become the sky -
when I close my eyes
this thing that you are -
irreconcilable and unreasonable
and destructive -
removable - in person form -
more easily than I can
rebuild the universe
that much - must be -true
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  those days
In those days, time passed too quickly
you needed to play - and I needed to work -
and the days kept needing to close in
our embrace - no matter how long it we made that last -
they took their cue at the first
and then carried on regardless

The sweet anxiety of hours
kept pushing my lips to yours
the only way I knew
to fill this new hole
that you created
not there before - this new well -
unfillable - it seemed -
its edges sharped by the clock
the fear of its inky deepness too

and then - now - this reversal of tides
the time that moves now
that you are far away
will bring you closer - and yet -
softens the well - grows moss
over the edges - your face
obscured - the depths -
this river - drops silt -
it fills like an old pond
I could walk across it and away
if I chose
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