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Tuesday, August 19, 2014

(Seventeen Syllables About) REALITY


Perfect we all want.
Sometimes love is just being
fucked up together.


THE MEMORY OF OBJECTS

when the mercury slides
and rain
          sets in a few days

the bedspread
          in the damp recalls
our sex


Monday, August 18, 2014

SEA POEM


Wish I could tell
                   with words
                   my thoughts when
first our eyes locked
that Saturday summer night

but it was only sounds

the instantly irrelevant crowd
the engines and ocean beneath us
echoing
          rumbling
                   whooshing like
the air out of my lungs

and one
solitary
deafening
heartbeat.


Tuesday, August 12, 2014

WALK


Here’s to them

the jokers
who smile at the world and wink
                                                          because
the world does not deserve
          to see
                   their tears

See them

the pretenders
those who know how to hide
everything but their souls

the brilliant fools
the gamblers
the diligently mad
                             who build us
castles in the air
                             and then
hurl themselves from the walls

the faithful ones
the lovers
giving the whole heart only
                                                when
they give their hearts at all

the lonely ones
the left
the ones who wonder why
                                      they’re easy
to walk away from

the strong ones
the unbroken
the ones who mainline caffeine
to keep another beast
at bay
sure they just can’t do this anymore
                                                          then
doing it one more day

Here’s to them all
the living

the life.