For How Long. |
It was all lilacs,lilacs, lilacs, lilacs, and not you. Dad says of you, in the warm summer.I spent my summer east, heavy changerattling in my pockets like baby teeth.My eyes, &...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 18:39:00 GMT |
Green Mouth and Yellow |
You ask me not to write another poem to you, so I draw fish from the sea, each scale convulsing like mercury with the shifting weight of your words and my responses,and you tell me you sent for a bird...
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 11:41:00 GMT |
A Love Poem For D.H. |
The invisible hand skims across the water.Or how I feel when my palmmakes torrents in your hair.Messy bed head floods my lasheslike the tide floods stones.
Posted by on Tue, 23 Sep 2008 11:38:00 GMT |
