Monthly Archives: February 2014

the gray

elephantsI watched two old gray trunks entwine tonight
and it sent me to pieces.

like I knew something of unchaining
after long loss

like I knew something of recognizing
a thing so long gone
I had to feel
and feel
and feel to know it wasn’t some soft delusion

like I knew something of how
when everyone leaves they
take you too

but joy descends
without a breath of recognition for forgiveness
or time
and in one swift moment
a life’s restored.

all that time spent sick,
looking up at a mountain
of impossible healing
laid waste
on the altar of
now,
you’re here.

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love poems, too

I’m imagining a night
right now
where I couldn’t get there fast enough
if you hollered for me

so I’ll send this down the wire
like an old telegraph
made of pulses
and listen here
on the other end
alert and quiet

for the sound of the star I recognize

don’t sleep too long

******************

benevolence is a word I cannot stop hearing
gifts that are really gifts
and as soon as I tune my drum to it
the music never quits

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I will hold the gaze of my Love
the way a mother would hold the gaze of her child
as her wound was being stitched
because if it is not seen
it is less there.

We laugh when young children hide their eyes
and believe they can no longer be seen
but I wonder if they know a clever truth

that all we own are our own gates
and through them we make the world

******************

you make my heart beat
or should I say something more Gestalt

no,
you make my heart beat because you’ve shined your light
and I receive
and it beats

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be still
belly digest
warm cat
fingers buzz
heater chug and blow
pulse go

your every detail is the realm of my heart

******************

let’s meet here
come to my place
and make music
logs burning each other brighter
restoring the superhighway that goes
past every hangup
until we’re so full
only stillness can hold our high
and the world makes itself again
at our feet

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this last one out loud
because I want to feel the words in my mouth
when you speak them

your willing plaything

and the buzz moves to my lips.

this is the same realm
with a new door

better yet, tear down the house.

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love poem #1

somewhere in that abyss of light you call the sky
is a force beyond reckoning who
holds you dear
the way all your longing can’t even fathom

we all know this
but then we get the sky confused with God or aliens or a dream-
something other than what it is,
a picture that gives our dense body a sense of horizon
an expanse that awakens our skinlessness
and hope

and then we confuse feeling dear
with feeling uniquely special
and more than something or someone else
forgetting the freedom in love
the inherent, utter equality
and unspecific connectedness

but if you could imagine
for a moment
and paint the picture you wish
from one small thread of remembering
you would find a love so much bigger than love
and more generous than even the softest gaze
from your Beloved.

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heartbeat repeat

Is anything happening in there?
have I dulled you to nothing or is a lid still tight?
thump, thump;  thump, thump
gives me no notes to make a song with.

you keep turning in the direction of the nearest sun
which right now came yesterday and left
leaving my skin burned and eyes tired
wanting empty dark

cold again, putting back pieces
I would turn about face forward
were I willing of the loss

but same-old uneasy today has nothing on you
all that love and pain
awake fresh
waving your flag
like there might still be someplace in me
left unclaimed

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