i lost my army knife.
i left it in a swan.
the swan got up and ran.
(for fly it no longer can.)
organes des canales
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Monthly Archives: December 2010
later
later we find
scarf, whip and ring
and lines to grasp the finding of
scarf, whip and ring
and it hurts.
is it
the finding?
the lines?
the grasping?
room poem #1
one bomb here.
one bomb there.
flowers in the window.
we lie.
come
dear friend
come to our house
let us paint
reindeers and
deserts and
milky ways
in heavy red oil.
there are too many things but we can lose them.
so there ll be space for sounds.
it is just a place but you are good.
so please come.
sand, sand, moon
most
… of what i do, i do to please a “someone”, mostly a projected “someone”.
the meaning of things going wrong is
here we sit
in anticipation.
prince and princess –
oiled bodies,
scented lobes.
as the sweet little things
toil away in pain –
joints bursting,
muscles snapping.
oh sweet little fools:
bring us your one song!
read us your ultimate verse!
as your worlds collapse
and all hope is gone:
everything is fine.
disillusion is birth.
happy never made us happy anyway.
you can be everything
as everything is your own
the only thing you cannot be
is low.