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Sunday, April 24, 2011

lysimachia

the sun sets
in every page 
torn from our lives,
where lost,
cohesive,
outstretched hands 
become brittle,
and cautious.

i covered your lips
with unutterable found-
and quietly,
this severed desire 
was diminished.

i hear your name 
in all the spaces 
between us

(it's not enough 
to want 
in silence)

it is as if 
from deep inside
the knife in my back
knew of no other place
to creep around;
bury roots;
leave;
and call "home".

Monday, April 18, 2011

corybantic

february,
came and went;
moments shared
And remembered-
lost in the undertow
between tangible effort
and a wish;
a fantasy
coerced
affectionately led
(blindly, though
without angst)
through the labyrinth
of place
and posture;
fact
and farewell.

winter,
gone without a word
somewhere between
dusk
and dawn
-under the worm moon-
collapsed
within the whisper
of a catalyst

now spring reveals
the knotted memory
of fall
and standing still
in the reverberation

of a heartbeat;

a breath;

a voice.

harlot

coax me
into warmth
with breezy words like
"confluence",
"immovable",
"swathe"
and
"concordantly".

then pick them
all apart
separating flesh
from bone,
to point out the
nouns,
adjectives,
verbs,
and
adverbs.

-all just
wrappers,
epidermal,
laminate
and universally-

all just words.

datum, or, "from the court"

one:
with no direction-
no tongue-in-groove,
linear growth,
formalities,
commonplace,
and even what-have-you,
will collapse.

Desire,
turns to Need,
for blankets and shelter
where days spent under lamp shades
begin to blur
-like the knots of a blindfold-
for lack of want
and ware.

two:
where pennies bruise value,
the priceless knowledge of scarcity
draws desire up the droppers neck

judge and jury alike
chew the gavel;

conviction and sentencing
pull the covers away

from the sweat
of entanglement.

three:
a fistful of hair
opens her throat
as our breath,
becomes taught
and expensive

i grip each curve
with the need to accelerate-
desolate,
aside from being so colorful
with anticipation.

four:
crisp and covetted
curl and parch,
perfect in this last moment
where the chased
became prey
and the prayers are folded
and pocketed
with such a tangible
and casual,
greed.

Sunday, April 17, 2011

[ultra]omnipotent paradox, the

she'd been inching closer
and i'd been sleeping longer
in the shadows cast by her figure

it was warmer there.

her legs
wrapped around my words
and littered the floor like blindfolds
tied clandestine
in clumsily executed knots.

she found the collapse of will
in the hierarchy of settling in
and falling for her breath.

...          ...          ...

where coarse
and brittle words
would have hung the noose
much farther from reach,

i find that i am weak and a liar
in such winter climates.