August 31, 2010

I’ve been tearing up your postcards.

August 30, 2010

If I am dreaming a dream,
Then this is it—
A room with white walls and large windows,
Where I’ll come clean like clear water in a pebbled stream and…

Tell you everything.

August 29, 2010

I avoid you now, sway on the outskirts of buildings,
like a leaf on the wind, indecisive- I go where it wills me.
But I can remember the way that you speak, the way you do
each thing that makes you distinctly, wholly you.
Afraid to see you, I stay on the outside of your vision,
sending messages through others, little words, little tokens, tell you,
I never went home,
I still love you.

August 28, 2010

as careful as you are with ink stains, with fragile women,

i can hold you in low esteem,

wait for the day when-

(What can bombs and men with guns

do to you? the tallest man on the tallest horse)

August 27, 2010

when she does something like,

stick her feet out from under the covers, blankets stacked up,

tan feet, plain toes,

i remember each tiny thing

like tiny feet that i

almost always forget

August 26, 2010

time coming around again

time to move on,

time to pack up my bags and leave again.

August 25, 2010

what of the dawn,

holding court, ruling over man

from the high throne-

(over emotion,

over anger and regret and pain and longing)

what of the dawn,

paying no heed to our comings and goings.

August 24, 2010

the sharp edges,

black paint drying cracks and bubble in the heat,

a crooked house,

a long, long path.

August 23, 2010

how did I overlook you,

twenty years to the day.

August 22, 2010

rain clouds thundering at my door

blowing down grass, and trees, and cars swerving off

dirt roads.

i call out your name, black mountain, snow crusting

spine of ice and white path to your base,

barren.