February 23, 2011

i drove past your home, not the place where your body lives, but the place where your heart always stays in after closing time. I thought of you there, going over paperwork, now all information electronically filed, wires and tubes–thought of you doing what you love, out under the sky, white with clouds, precipitation.

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February 21, 2011

the heart is a compass

the Antarctic circle,

and I point True North

 

(vicious winds compel downwards,

ice and snow, breaching great mountains,

great divides)

February 20, 2011

Then came her long hair,

her hands swept everything away

like a hurricane,

a colossus,

a great storm of nature.

February 19, 2011

if you come to me

there are things i will swear

(can swear to, can promise,

can offer,

white lies and good days

will come with the bad)

 

things i can swear to,

i can swear, hand over heart,

to love you–

over porridge and

raisins.

February 16, 2011

trains emitting dense, dark smoke in the distance,

her great steel belly lies on the rails, ballast hot

the crackling of oven stones under her feet are like

the crunching snap of bones, and

compared to her,

all other companions pale in comparison.

February 4, 2011

you came suddenly,

for the first time, (again)

and I saw you under the cover of clouds,

 

You have to be pushed back, like a wave

engulfing my being, (a cautionary tale),

until one day, I wake–

and there is only you.