#359. making silence echo

August 19, 2010

making silence echo

restrained hesitation just before
the next tango step
light jingling through ice cubes
a hundred glasses
raised in hot sharp conversations
are taken outside
to the ancient cobblestone streets
the humid night
bright eyes then hands lips bodies
making silence echo

#348. the cutter eagle

August 8, 2010

i built a ship
a childhood
balsa and pine
on my small hands
the hands of my dad
large and sure
we worked so hard
to build and paint
the cutter eagle
running home
after school to sand
the hull smooth
and dream

complete
i gave it to my dad’s
father when he admired it

years later
it returned to me
after deaths
it was covered
in dust and cobwebs
rigged it

as my years passed
it grew tattered and
broken and thrown away
with one of my failed lives

but my ship still lives
rotting on in a landfill in jersey
and here within my double planked
mind making its way across the endless
sea

#74. I Would

November 8, 2009

I Would
see round your face
autumn
tight colors.

I would
melt beneath your body
winter
snow sheets.

I would
kiss your good hands
spring
fine scent.

I would
brush your bright hair
summer
rain breeze.

I would. I would. I would.

#6. Laying Awake

September 2, 2009

Laying awake
Early am gentle joy snores
Resting presleep
Predream

Time travel
Everynight the good night
Remembering the ancient faces
Childhood fears turned comfort
Receiving the conciousness
Of my mother’s face
And the way she held her hands
Palm to palm
Backwards
Watching.

Laying awake
With my life
Ready to go.

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