Posts Tagged ‘love’

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Years inside Moments

September 15, 2009

Your painted face
Tattooed eyes
The mess behind
You made
Turning circles
Into diamonds

Spades
In the soil
Under an overcast
sky
Under and over
The shadows of school
children’s graves

too much to ask
for you to kiss me
soft enough
to turn back your hair
from its cigarette smoke gray

I do admit
I held onto bombs
Inside my breast pocket
Chest sockets as empty
As the spools
beside your lathe

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The End of an Engine

August 20, 2009

hearts, yellow hearts
shallow and tainted
misguide you

through hoops of fire
trials of blood
and broken skin

to win is to win
it all and so every
bone inside you
sings like the strings
of your guitar
without a
glass of gin

so if i was a engine
i’m not longer holding on
i’m in a place inside a seed
where even the leaves don’t know

a cottage on an island on
a drifting sea
in the heart of a star
where red blood
no longer flows

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Soft Bones

August 20, 2009

Desolation
In the smoothness of my arms
Too weak to hold a grudge
Against your forehead

If it shatters
The tiles
When I throw it down
like I was mistaken forever
Does it make a sound?
If you are not around
to drop your eyes
Through the earth

Lead lava’s dead
It’s said
done and rotting
a rocking chair
With afternoon eyes
Through old white sheets

like your soft bones and how they
fell apart in my fingers
among the heaps
of the earth
in a field of dead wheat

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Vagabond Failure

August 19, 2009

I used to walk
Living from mountain peak
to peak
Ragged
thirsty all day
Hoping by night
I’d always come across some milk
And a bale of hay

Scared of thunder and the other
Things I’d forgot to understand
I used to shut my eyes when the sun
Sought me out

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Ships of Relation and Planes of Elation

August 19, 2009

Remember those people who were like “World, please just don’t disappoint us again” but he does and she says it for next time?

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On Love

August 19, 2009

The difference between making love to and making love for.

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The Ghost of a Sage

August 19, 2009

And it seems that thorns
Don’t break my high
Roses in a shepherd’s pie

And his wife said to hold up his arms
When the shadows came through the fence on the farm

A being crept and broke down the door
And they held each other for life
They knew that it would be here
From the glow of the whites of her eyes

And the shadow spread his arms
And threw back his cape
And hissed a cloud

That slowly enveloped the shepherd and the Woman
And they held each other for the night
Believing they would surely die

As everything leaked back into the shadow
And left
As the morning sun dripped its citrus
wholeness.

All into their eyes

They saw they were alive

And slowly the shadow traveled around the country side
Showing the other side of the moon
From behind their eyes