redirecting
broken links,
memorized
phantom visits,
relationships
in code, scrambled
by the way,
the dialect,
the jargon
is scrambled,
repaired
add a location,
physical shadow,
outline the abandonment,
underline in blue
where fingers stretch
to meet wires,
spliced, multiple digits
are sore
tired keys, letters rubbed
clean, we blindly interpret,
translate, memorize
what truth we fold
in circuits
29 June 2011
28 June 2011
June 28
with metrophobia
a headache is an excuse
to leave early
not enough money for a cab
muted television
no telling, just vision
is better than whispering
through pornography
better than draining
the line break of pus
we know more than the traffic
can carry, more than the wires
can vibrate
lacking punctuation we are free
to skip patterns of abuse, misuse
we are free to walk home,
change jingling in heavy pockets
avoiding drivers
grateful for the randomness of rain
a headache is an excuse
to leave early
not enough money for a cab
muted television
no telling, just vision
is better than whispering
through pornography
better than draining
the line break of pus
we know more than the traffic
can carry, more than the wires
can vibrate
lacking punctuation we are free
to skip patterns of abuse, misuse
we are free to walk home,
change jingling in heavy pockets
avoiding drivers
grateful for the randomness of rain
22 June 2011
The Teacher
wise words
sun-stiffened
like the fur
on the deer
by the road
wet cheeks
every night
hating to face
the window
hating
to be horizontal
a rock, an asteroid
by the small
of her back
a push, a burn where
she cannot reach
wise words
the morsel lodged
in her windpipe
wise words
a quill stuck
in a head wound
wise words carved
cursive incision
deciding
with long syllables
self-pity, finality
a selfish desire for life
sun-stiffened
like the fur
on the deer
by the road
wet cheeks
every night
hating to face
the window
hating
to be horizontal
a rock, an asteroid
by the small
of her back
a push, a burn where
she cannot reach
wise words
the morsel lodged
in her windpipe
wise words
a quill stuck
in a head wound
wise words carved
cursive incision
deciding
with long syllables
self-pity, finality
a selfish desire for life
14 June 2011
Frustration
Template of a storm, clouds
whirling like a fingerprint,
leaving traces of numbers
and letters behind: the traction
of waiting, the rise
and fall of temperature matching
the rise and fall of his chest,
a small quake by the jaw
as it seizes breath.
Love notes are always
too short and dripping.
Old words are drizzle, not hail.
whirling like a fingerprint,
leaving traces of numbers
and letters behind: the traction
of waiting, the rise
and fall of temperature matching
the rise and fall of his chest,
a small quake by the jaw
as it seizes breath.
Love notes are always
too short and dripping.
Old words are drizzle, not hail.
28 May 2011
May 28
Smiles, obligations,
pieces for peace.
Silent strangers
wait in disjointed lobbies,
mazes of hallways.
She couldn't wait--
line, disconnected.
Faint lilac outside,
donations in lieu of flowers.
Wave goodbye to imaginary faces,
daisy centers, manes of petals.
She cannot read the verse on the page,
burning sight, make-up in her eye.
Who is acting? She asks.
She is ignored,
petals brown, clinging.
In lieu of flowers,
bring hands to hold,
pettiness for keeps.
Silent strangers always.
pieces for peace.
Silent strangers
wait in disjointed lobbies,
mazes of hallways.
She couldn't wait--
line, disconnected.
Faint lilac outside,
donations in lieu of flowers.
Wave goodbye to imaginary faces,
daisy centers, manes of petals.
She cannot read the verse on the page,
burning sight, make-up in her eye.
Who is acting? She asks.
She is ignored,
petals brown, clinging.
In lieu of flowers,
bring hands to hold,
pettiness for keeps.
Silent strangers always.
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