Sometimes my rake strikes sparkswhen I scratch the rocks or gravel—Lovers wave to soldiers on the trainin black & white movies I have seen—They cry into their handkerchiefs— The swish of my rake against the dirtmakes mountains of your
Category: Poetry
Once, while lying on a beach up northin California, I saw a whale’s spout,an explosion of released water,a trumpet’s blurt blasting from underneath the thick blue carpet of Pacific Ocean,a quick glimpse—a firefly’s blink-flash,the blinding orb of sunlightreflecting off
He asks me for a song, so I sing one just for him. I sing of these unholy gifts stolen from within the refuge of music. A pale moon loiters among the geometry of stars. They know about us:
We fandango/tango, our steps contradyne.** You whirl in circles; I walk the line. Your color wheel reeling spins textures of feeling. I devise derivations for rainbow equations. How would it be if we combined your circle and my line?
I am in a spaceless gap between here and elsewhere. My memories run down the dark corridors of my mind like wounded ravens in the night. I live in a galactic gap of existence, a pause between micro-moments in
But still I love you, as how a mother worn by a child’s complaints admires the back of his small head of curls. Or the way a woman leaves her fireplace into winter’s bitter ice with her dog leashed
“She’s a devil with a little bit of angel dust.” –The Dropkick Murphys Leaving the safety of art school for the uncertainty of being an artist you photographed the detritus along the Williamsburg Bridge: the empty syringes & burned
She was shaded in fragments of yellows and blues. Found lost in a window of heavenly stains, Stashed away in an unknown frontier, Considering intently with a hum of nerve connections and synapses alike. All encapsulated in a hue
Barefoot girls sit cross-legged against the arch in Washington Square Park chatting on a crisp spring day when the entire world fits neatly into the pockets of their embroidered jeans Their hopes, still intact, like golden-crusted rhubarb pie cooling
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