Friday, May 24, 2013

an eye

all poems starve in
the desert
of your mind

all wars begin with
the idea of god or the
concept of greed

this need to kill
the enemy
leads to the need to
create enemies

to become one
some stranger in a
windowless room
smiling in antici
pation of the
day i die

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

giacometti, softly

you can't talk about christ
at four in the morning
and you can't talk about love

you can talk about light despite
the absence of it and so you do

you walk from room to room
watching your family sleep
and you try to remember their names

you look at the phone

at the front door

and at some point you realize
that money tastes like rust and that
all you can do is choke

at some point the sky fades from
black to grey and the baby wakes up

begins to cry

believes in you only because
he has yet to learn
anything else

Friday, May 10, 2013

the faint illumination of yr heart

the sky at
this late date
huge and raw above these
snow-covered roofs

and what is space but
some simple thing
between us?

i know your name
your skin
your lips
and would gladly place
any part of you on the tip
of my tongue even as our
secrets all dissolve
into smoke and

i would trace my way
through dark rooms just to
watch the faint illumination
of your heart

and you call this love
and the taste it leaves is

but addictive
and the doors refuse to
close completely

the phone rings
at awkward moments
or the baby falls and
draws blood

and if i take this
one last step towards you
what am i forcing aside?

does it have or even
need a name?

and when we touch
i finally understand
the futility of