how
was it?
everything
was silent
quiet.
then you
fell off that
cloud
there was a loud
"thump"
when you
hit the ground.
so we'll play
on some place
reserved for
the divine
a song
inside a
song
to repeat
and refine.
so we'll clutch blankets
against the chill
walk up to the top
to watch the moon
over the hill
where once the fiery
sky
passed into the deep sea of memory
like water
air
like earth colored
eyes that link
us.
the fire in your eyes
sets into the evening moon
you couldn't describe
or like the first time
you remembered my name
in sleep as I dreamed
you remembered my name
losing track of
all space
and time.
Showing posts with label I am the walnut. Show all posts
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Sunday, September 8, 2013
Friday, September 30, 2011
Emotional Astronomy For Polar Bears
put this in a basket
float it down the nile
I've always got a smile for you
every time I tie
my tennis shoes
hush
his hand is on your shoulder
velveteen ribbon around
the borders
half in and half out
one end open to
the light
silken tie
lapel pin just so
did I see that?
did I catch my breath
a minute ago?
wooden paper on the ceiling
brass handle
on the exit door
heart beating speeding
needing to find
the way out
a leather book
with fancy paper
to document your afterlife
all the names of people you
hated
stated only for the guilt
excised; the reason we all came here
to pretend we're not bitter
splinter without
your glue
tongue tied statues
bear witness to what is
left.
the remains
and the truth
unexplained.
float it down the nile
I've always got a smile for you
every time I tie
my tennis shoes
hush
his hand is on your shoulder
velveteen ribbon around
the borders
half in and half out
one end open to
the light
silken tie
lapel pin just so
did I see that?
did I catch my breath
a minute ago?
wooden paper on the ceiling
brass handle
on the exit door
heart beating speeding
needing to find
the way out
a leather book
with fancy paper
to document your afterlife
all the names of people you
hated
stated only for the guilt
excised; the reason we all came here
to pretend we're not bitter
splinter without
your glue
tongue tied statues
bear witness to what is
left.
the remains
and the truth
unexplained.
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