0 comments Thursday, September 22, 2011

Figure puddles
some head we for warmth/
collect cuddle/
and swarms of butterflies
we ate for lunch/

I,
more than soft/
more than radio
flesh and feather,
black smoke
drips for your eyes/
tips for your tongue
and rungs for your lips/
weather.

I would be so liquid,
lukewarm as to cause
riddles to speed up the spine/
lightning! and the clasp of hands
and the sifting of sand/
we'd walk into suns

call me. nine one seven
yeah, just up the west side,
nice but not too/
how's friday it doesn't end until/
quiet but I hate/
there's all sorts of children and restaurants/
it doesn't end

please,
all I want in silk black
for the window,
to curve the evening's gold/
you.

my guest. sit, friend,
I wish you all the water
and the puddles to bathe your toes in,
I wish you all the weather/
sit, freedom is voice
raised between us
and making us into air/

you and me could be purveyors
of long streets and overcoats/
or just inspecting pavement
with our soles/
or on a river,
punching the air with our conversations/
headway on little brown boats/
sit.

look at the time.
stay if you like/
there is all the night,
and dinner will be ready.

0 comments Sunday, September 11, 2011

we are all ships passing in the night
sometimes it is smooth sailing and
sometimes it is all for nought.
there are those cruising through life
like a great white and others
going down with amigo icebergs in glory.

and you, my knight, my amore, my
lighthouse, my porthole to the world -
today we slip off the ropes and draw
up the anchors. we return every last
lifeboat, lifejacket and storm provision
we borrowed. the sea-legs return,

the seasickness comes on board.
as you dissappear off the horizon
with your nets and fish caught hook line
and sinker, my rock-climbing facilities,
champagne, hors d'oeveres, chandeliers
vanish as i shrink to

an invisible fishing vessel struggling
with the boom that would keep on hitting
my head. like the story of pi, except the
happy ending; i live off the shark fins
jamming my rudder and the salty sea;
i am no longer in osmotic balance

i'm lucky that i know
how to walk on water