Sunday, August 14, 2011

 There is a shadow over my heart now
A tide that once turned round
My ankles like spooling the soul
Now moves me off the sand
Backwards, sick & somber

Impossible-ness is
The sort that aches & mystifies
Old summer sounds sift thru
The screen like I could run out &
Touch them & all this emptiness would
Gather itself inside a diary
Tucked away, no matter

Oh this dismal news, like fog
Lift & let him stay!

& in belled fields I will wander
Far & happy. 


Monday, August 1, 2011

what once was loved.

She has a mind for corners
& dying cigarettes
Half bent on the grass
Like an archway to the bees
Swollen- trotted
it’s always-something

she calls on him
& hears his voice
Though never sees his face
Her finger laces the air
She moans – I’m such a liar!
The deer scatter, a window opens

The sun setting like it’s broken.