To cheer me up during a somewhat solemn period, I was blessed to have a companion accompany me yesterday to #poembomb New York City. This entailed copying some book pages and scampering around Manhattan to share some of the words that have held my bones together over the years. We swooped through subway stations; around the east and west village; down to Tribeca and back uptown. I've ranted in the past that being heard is more enticing than...
involuntary catch every fist. unidentifiable. i let hands grab this nothing that ever attempted to act like we were try-able. my permanent gift is accept never. i mean. please. hush. cut. outside. solution. i can swear truth and then disintegrate; walk a clean line. minimal pollution. my only contribute is integrate. i get lost and then right. left. look over where no one is guessing to try to check. won’t tell you my wishes. four leaf clover....
incinerate insignificant i once wove a web that tangled my feet. stories and fiction for feelings on me. never before had i tasted deceit. you said you were sorry. i disagree. island hide isolation. your new life. three years deep. i’m done hollowing inside. and you’ll never mention your 10-year wife, after i collapsed, how could i divide? clouds came finally, encasing only. truth. do you know how long that i could not see? corruption of...
direction (of diving) patterns of vision. luster combustion. this light. off of him. onto him. this pace slowing head turning stop where you realize that the two of you did not cease. running. i escaped and he turned. i stopped. and i never pause to stand in one place. i keep the pull of the moon and sun’s heat in the palms of my hands. he felt hot to me. like something individual to fit a space unknown as vacant. heart swell casting. thrown...
tides of together i met him. another. morning after the other before another; because men? they (just) simply again and again and again. so… i looked up and he was down. do you really know what it takes being (?). he stole a piece of me. too long ago. now to recall back then. nevermind. an ocean-eyed, outerspace mind standing on the corner. looking for me. to not walk downstairs even though it is repetitive. it repeats. like the way i thrash...