Poetry
Day 38
And now the rain is starting. It doesn’t have to mean anything more than the pavement’s gone wet. If you were a flower you’d be happy right now. / What was that...
Outside the Window, a Kite Show
Ambitious boy chases a kite—reaches tries again, squats down and jumps half-a-foot in the air, the tallest he’s ever been. Kites like dreams aren’t meant to be caught they dance slow, close...
I Intend to Outlast
I am not the same machine which came rambling off the conveyor belt, hugging the bolts & wires spilling from her vivisection. I’m last year’s model with a sleeker, softer system of...
Overpass
On the overpass above the QEW, / we dangled our wishbone arms over the green / metal rail. Cars coursed like blood in the lanes. / Your skinny shoulder against mine made...
Jet Lagged
My mother never went outside / something about the sun, her skin / so I studied sacred geometry / and pedaled our personal ozone / round and round on my banana-seat /...
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To Twitter, with Love
The body’s strongest muscle is the masseter. Found only in mammals, we use it to open & close the jaw. This doesn’t mean the heart is weak, beating its gentle syllabary of...
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Welwitschia
I was born in the gut of Blackness from between my mother’s particular thighs her waters broke upon blue-flowered linoleum and turned to slush in the Harlem cold —“To the Poet Who...
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Silverton, July 2007
Borrowed summerhouse, lethargy heavy in the rooms: a wall of rusted saws, a paperback on every surface, bin of silk scarves at the entrance to be worn, where? Town the size of...