Tuesday, November 1, 2011

11.1.11

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One is not lonely
Standing in a crowd of four
Numbers in their prime.

Saturday, August 13, 2011

When Her Number Was Up

Her last dying wish
Has its own anniversary
On August Thirteenth.

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Mother's Little Helper

As I get older
I don't look like anyone
But for my mother.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Kind of Blue

What kind of blue are you
a cerulean, a turquoise, a cobalt
of a Grecian sea or Venetian sky
I don't understand the feeling "I'm blue"
because blue is beautiful

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Listen

Listen
Listen to the walls around us
Raindrops and voices
From between the cracks

Look
Look to the skies that drown us
The devil and God
Two sides of us

Think
Think about the songs that reveal us
Films and Sundays
Spent w/ you

All I need from you is a little more fortitude
All I need from you is a little less change
Maybe that's something you could arrange

The Sound of Walls

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Half Hour, Maybe More

Do you know where she goes
when she kisses you on the cheek
Does she walk out the door
saying she'll be back

Do you know who she knows
passin' love notes under the table
Maybe under a door
You'll wait for a knock

Half hour maybe more goes by
You'll save her, then you'll cry
You'll save her, then you'll cry

Do you know where she goes
when she has nothin' to lose
thru an empty door
maybe she'll come back

She's not w/ you
She's not w/ me
She's not w/ him
She's not w/ her
She's not w/ them
She's not w/ us
She's not w/ you

The Sound of Walls

Friday, August 13, 2010

Cemetery

What one needs at a cemetery:

1. creepiness
2. quiet paranoia
3. headstones w/ psalms etched on crosses
4. epithets which may not have been entirely true
5. gravediggers' shovels
6. religious monuments
7. solid terra firma
8. hallelujahs and amens sung from neighboring church bells
9. a potpourri of pine needles, leaves and debris underfoot
10. a Bresson black 'n' white moon
11. rusty crosses and dates w/ no names

I went into a cemetery, darkly dark and alive, w/ spirits of people I've known and blowing reeds. I was really wanting to find my mother among magnolias & dogwoods. I passed a boy holding flowers. I noted my apology as something old and new. I think it was my brother, a younger version of the man he was, serious and stalwart at times but a charming mischievous cad at others. I was walking faster than him, but it was nice to see he was taking her flowers. In the end I found my mother.

I found my mother
On the day she gave me life
I lost her later.

For Kathryn
9.9.44 - 8.13.93