In a field of soaked black earth
the stones sit up in rows
the trees swoon silently, slowly
and the gate creaks out
a voice
Some stones here are homes
some broad slabs or crosses,
looming crypts
a ship for the sailor’s drowning
and side-by-sides for thr wed,
cradles for the young
beyond eyes groping around the mind
this field so full of arms
One stone of those [...]
Archive for January 30th, 2008
Funerals Again (For Anne)
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Fix
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Doctor,
my legs are all
machines
and doctor,
this prescription has been
invading
my dreams, ruins them
sleep is foreign
and you are
my one chance
to put those
nights away
Doctor,
I’m all
aches and chills
but doctor,
don’t you
have something for
me?
I can’t wait
today
not now, nor
any more
Won’t you
rescue me from
a day-to-day so real
that it hurts?
Poem for Eli Whitney (Ford’s Lament)
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The looms
so spread-eagle splayed,
fine harp, the weaver of hymns
God is listening
the cotton gin is marching
and we follow
Feral engines,
artificial hearts of pure-bred fantasy
beat deep in the chest
where so thoroughly buried,
so gently molested,
enjoy a subtle bending
times are harder
so we follow
Beacon bulbs of
light in the midnight lonely streets
flicker back and forth,
whir quietly in the mind and
shine careful beams [...]
A Persian Letter
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Tin-roof sky under such duress
it just keeps dripping
but I can be content
in the snow just as stone so heavy,
hanging over eaves like jaws,
I can be content
Leaden still, battered up in silence
blank as salted land
I may be content
but I can never be happy
