you remind me of
posessions lost as a child
meant not so much while I had them,
but ever after their loss,
their accidental abandonment at recess or during car trips,
I was brokenhearted and bereft,
imagining them in other arms or lost in gutters,
unloved and lonely,
decaying and never to be recovered.
Cried for weeks, inconsolable, and still do.
posted at 5:51 PM
venice in winter
in winter when it rains our
waters rise, and fill the floor
its spill growing gently across each tesseraic tile,
our silver and golds
melting and shattered,
throwing light at high-flung walls that lean in
over us here, a pool within a room, your mosaic tile,
your byzantine figures belling and expanding,
watermarks and side chapels all,
and do we
see the fractured color glow from below,
as swimmers do beneath a surface,
or is it the same as
smudged clouds in relief across the sky with cerulean and apricot shine,
or are we looking down into it all, as into some sort of rococo lagoon;
echoes skitter and drip here, expanding rings,
an inner-ear outwards to hear the sounds that carry so well;
the city is sinking,
St. Mark's is a slow submerge,
and I am not so sad.
No work of man is made less lovely by the touch of time,
or of earth's slow hungry tug.
posted at 4:43 PM
Goodbye love,
track my arc across the sky,
missing you tonight as every night,
the proof that I was beautiful,
and deserving of lovely things.
To turn a car around for you was no loss,
but it was everything else,
everything else,
and so
we tore me down from the inside,
a lovely destruction,
a church after the bombing-out.
My days these days are measured now in lies.
And regret, drawing back from me like a tide,
has drawn a line across the wrists to mark the time,
A black and dogging thing, that does not leave my side.
posted at 9:40 PM
just say no to hollywood cityhood
When I get drunk
I forget to remember you
So this is the way
I can do it best.
Tell me now
yr three word philosophy,
the way I prophesied
a poem the night i met you
to erase it by daylight,
but damn I knew it then.
Toss me a new line
to remember you by
I wanna go back
I could walk there you know
weaving a line down the sidewalk
there are no words and too many sodium lights
in hollywood
in hollywood
as I'm sure you know well
posted at 9:36 PM 