Dreams, I’ve had,
and thoughts in broad day,
now,
of doors both shut and locked.
Of bridges,
burned or broken.
Vision’s through wrong-way binoculars,
cleverly cartooned.
A safe distance.
But listen…just…
The clown is talking.
Monthly Archives: October 2020
Careful now
A trusting soul
is long in the learning
of candor’s proper place.
For betrayals rankle still,
confounding the hardened heart,
Their memory an accretion
to its jealous husk.
The church of research
May I do this with your arm,
you said.
Not ~Can I~,
but ~May I~.
And then, with your hands,
you pressed down hard
into the years,
prying up stones
that were cold and complacent.
The roots of moles and strawberries.
And “What?”, I thought.
What are you looking for?
This hurts, yes.
***
Bereft
Oh my Thin Cat
Cut loose and let fall
with a cry
With a cry
The bones
Write when you have the bones.
Right when you have the bones.
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