Tonight, again, she called me from the lockup. Afraid of the phone police and the Tylenol nurse and the mumbling man who speaks through the ceiling. And I want to help, without humouring her or being false, for these things are sensed. But I fear to look into that laughing mirror.
Monthly Archives: March 2023
Untraveled
On the road this day, I am headlong for a leaving. Grasslands vast and even. Lily ponds, and bridges over fens. I count the curves to my rented bed…to its deep dream of riding on ocean swells. I feel a thing, and name it: the loom of Jupiter.
Sun King
Dream-
The birds of year million,
and there were still slopes of pine
and motes of spirit afloat.
Gone, we were,
to make ready for this new King.
This furnace of a star.
This bright host.
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Marlena
We called her Shadow,
for she had eyes that you couldn’t look into.
Ones that made the Sun stop short.
Once, she seemed to disappear into a colder realm.
I made her my study-
her raison d’être my fool’s fetish.
Was she waiting for some singularity
into which she could step?
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