Tag: poem

Sep
03
2014

 

it is this
this morning
misunderstood
somewhere beneath sudden
with first words
outstretched
like stealth
strung by its
smooth-stilled legs

venet­ian silence
abreast
a blink
and undressed open
beside over under
fur­rowed whis­per
choir cer­tain
a vest­ment kiss
piece by piece

uprooted
savor of coral
of autumn reach
and another
gath­ered or beheld
imper­fect
side­step into twist
arisen touch
woven and
kept


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Mar
11
2014

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The sky seems so uncertain

and on paper, the mountain is flat

or often when walking

I wonder how cities are named or why.

 

And I walk miles like circles or clusters

and applause goes everywhere

–drawings in the dust–

nearby music is playing,

it is the skin sane click of cars hobbling by,

the recusant water rinsing a basin

and a breath, a learning breath.

 

The Pharisees had come down from Jerusalem

the sweet kill and a pick-pocket

and I walk miles or I am leaning against this music

that is playing in the next room.

 

I have a forwarding address

the sky seems so uncertain

and on paper, the mountain is flat

or often when walking

I wonder how cities are named or why


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Apr
29
2013

The streets are paved now.
Monday morning, the noise of rubber and asphalt.
Monday morning, the quiet balanced between two people walking down an alley way.
We waked up hearing the sound.
It was not singing.
It was curled.
It was like singing and it wasn’t singing.
And then it stopped and we heard the sound as if nobody had made it.


In: Poetry
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Apr
27
2013

it is this
this morning
misunderstood
somewhere beneath sudden
with first words
outstretched
like stealth
strung by its
smooth-stilled legs

venetian silence
abreast
a blink
and undressed open
beside over under
furrowed whisper
choir certain
a vestment kiss
piece by piece

uprooted
savor of coral
of autumn reach
and another
gathered or beheld
imperfect
sidestep into twist
arisen touch
woven and
kept


In: Poetry
Tags: ,
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