what giving creature is this

something like a whispered song

Sunday, February 24, 2019

my mother has escaped love

my mother has escaped love. which is to say, she and my father turn 60 years old in june as a married couple, so she understands that love is no mere enthusiasm; no chased thing,  no source of youth,   no misting degrees of want,    no harbor pursued,   no turned-up sun,  no significant fortune, no public poetry. we've all blasted it to pieces,...

Monday, February 18, 2019

savannah

                      i.       how comes the muse friday night and he is struck; this poet, who ponders an image that has arrived to rest in his mind pulsing with mortality and blood. thinking: how comes the muse to the latched-upon artist? that he is vigorously transfixed by the aesthetic eye...

Thursday, February 14, 2019

struck, then new

i was struck by the girl whose visage and whose posture and whose offered smells were so violent and so severe that i forgot everything about how to behave. (behave! that terrible and vexing word that rinsed from my pores the real dirt of Truth and left me so much dead in youth!) i was at once, in her presence, sent back to the nocturnal leaves of autumn, to the merciless stations of deep spring, to the sharp silver patter of summer rains. true...

Friday, February 8, 2019

swing

she wears galaxies of memorabilia upon the dangerous hip; adorned as if awakened at night in order to hover through the day. the psychic factions of her limbs can and will call forth a sort of sheer fabric of passion and i am obliged toward such ornaments, with which i find the causal bruises of her strengthened agency: she swings in a hair-knotting wind of forced attention,...

Saturday, February 2, 2019

knowing

i'm done with the vibrant glow of the bulb in the night and how i relied upon it to speak to me when clamoring to safety. the dark did not change my trajectory inasmuch as the light stole from me my compass. and the fear i felt at times was never vanquished by anything more than when i closed my eyes. i don't reach out in the dark anymore, but rather plunge forth into it, eyes shuttered, with knowing in my hear...