espanol |
i saw her:suddenly, i could speak Spanishnot the words, but their intenteverything green or firethe hills rolling, the blue sea rollingthe coastline with fully rigged ships;my god the billowingthe sh...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 18:48:00 GMT |
the widows of lisbon (memory) |
the widows of Lisbon(memory)it is not time to follow her,from sunlight to shadowor down alleys,with shuffling footsteps. she wears her black kerchiefand tattered sweater like faith.she carries bags of...
Posted by on Wed, 25 Mar 2009 19:11:00 GMT |
devout |
her love is a catacomb piled with anxious bones; shadows of long neglected, virtuous notions looking to buy their way into her after life. she smiled yesterday. someone saw it. it fluttered, as smiles...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 19:52:00 GMT |
emperor |
staring at concrete stepslitter brown leavestwigs the turning windthere are ghostsof ice creams of smoked cigarettesfailed visionsneighbourhood peoplepassing byi am dressed in windowswrapped ...
Posted by on Sat, 21 Mar 2009 20:05:00 GMT |
march 20 and so on |
march 20 and so oni was told it would be forty days and forty nightstold i would awakenwhen alone (there is only alone)desert or not, im not meant, nor wanting, to be a messiah; n...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Mar 2009 18:00:00 GMT |
flaming idiot (a glosa) |
let what I am, then, be, in some place and in every time
an established and assured and ardent witness
carefully destroying himself and preserving himself incessantly
clearly insisten...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 01:54:00 GMT |
res I due |
res I due (by yUo)
we've no title
to this
Id and your Ego
to this
we are married
...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 02:19:00 GMT |
every time |
so easy to claim
i am at war
when the dogwood is bare;
the cement's cracks
filled with freezing decay.
i sit at this table,
profound at this table,
like this: like a losin...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Dec 2008 01:15:00 GMT |
comfort |
it is as comforting as believing in a god to know where everything is. the twice wrapped quilt over the arms of appreciation a few more blocks away, as you lean against the wind; icy rain ripping your...
Posted by on Sun, 07 Dec 2008 13:50:00 GMT |
the depth of her lake |
they laid a veil on the face of Ophelia when she was heaved from the murky pond when her heart was pulled from the mud when her broken mind, the mind they broke, was gathered, the pieces scattered abo...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Dec 2008 18:53:00 GMT |
