Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
OPEN THROATS
A throat thrown open to sing--
A circus trampling the dust
of day-old post holes in their rush
to clear the next horizon.
I’m sorry. You may have
forged oxygen into a commodity,
out of thin air made even thinner,
you may have hard-wired the choir
down to the spine, but these breaths
we take are no longer stolen;
they are our own.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
PRAYER
My lips can’t say it enough,
my arms can’t lift the air enough,
my eyes can’t strip-mall the nearest forest
to get the word out on the front page
fast enough---I pray that this new shore
breaking on boulders and shards can be ours,
that our thirsts can be answered, that we can
turn a page that leaves behind a blank testament,
that we can fill it, end the sentence, start another,
begin…
Saturday, November 1, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
SHAMBOLIC
To walk upon seas that were once
oceans, oceans that were once
perforated pavement, pavement
that would crack upon impact
of a suspect dream.
To see it all before me
in shards, to see it all
like stars gleaming,
like the strip-tease
before the cops bust in.
To see it all, in the moment
before impact, breathing.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
EXILES
I could take you out back and give you a whipping,
I could set fire to the postage stamp of our
long distance ancestors, I could claim no kin
in the frothy blood. I could erase everything
I’m about to say, I could say, “I’m penniless!
Redundant!” And you would still lay this key
to a forgotten kingdom upon my tainted brow…
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