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TWO POEMS
KUNG FU POEM
You killed my master
In syllables two seconds out of synch with the lips,while a crooked finger points back to himself,
vengeance smoldering in a fingertip,preponderance of death in a single knuckle.
Wind and wine, be still, be without form—be water, which is never...
What Is Your Name?
How do you call yourselfwhen no one, not even you,listens?
Where do you find the wordswhen everything escapes yourthoughts?
What stories come to lifewhen images are no longerreal?
When do you stop hearingwhat who always calls your namesays?
How do you begin again?
FALL
How lovely to imagine he fall.In many ways, how true is that word for the season?
And how the Bible has it in its very first chapter,Only beginning, and yet already there.
Things fall, their the last act of grace –Leaves, bright red in postcards...
Flyleaf
Of fairy tales and future fakes, We twist our limbs until they break
We force the fit of gown and gold We try to do as we are told
But all our stories lost their way And all our stories end today
We’ve had a sigh, a single pause We’ll start again with “once there was...
Buying Newspapers in the Evening
I buy the morning paper at night,close to midnight when the pavementsbreathe freely. I’m like a brisk walker aimingfor less calorie. Everything is availableon the net and I know I am buying history.I love taking walks, after buying what’s leftof the morning papers,...
Dale As I Explain to Him This Weird Thing Called Love
Is love visceral? Is love political?We elect emotions as tyrantsDictating the rest of our historyWhile I hold your hands gentlyWalking down the parliamentOf desire throbbing inside.Do you still believe in democracyOr are we doomed to fiasco?Listen to the waves inside my chestAs if...
