Sunday, December 30, 2012

GENTLY


faces
press together
a wetness

fingers through
the back of your neck

lay down
try to rest,

be more forgetful
and i’ll be
more forgiving.

everything feels
like sleeping,
like floating

it seems
forever

life is but a dream

Saturday, December 15, 2012

GOODNIGHT

picking up
what you
put down

one after
another

the days
the same

year gone

goodnight
goodbye

next time
there will be
more

next time
there will be
the same

soft lines
and almost crimes
the curve
of your sides
olive skin
dimpled smile

come over
and over
again and
again

too little
to keep, to hold
to wait
patiently

making a family
seems so
far away

sinking into
the back
round the bend
maybe i’ll see you
again.

maybe i’ll die
before i can say
goodbye

deceiving drifts
come in through
the window

closer,
farther

those times we slept
before saying goodnight

lonely drives
by your side
homeward bound
this time around

wipe everything
clean
me and my
things

reprise

breakfast
in the kitchen

sun
showers,

sun
rise

reprise

goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Wednesday, December 12, 2012

EVERYDAY


determined to remember
before your eyes
saw us there

believing in love
while you pace
patiently wait

everything
except
making memories

forgetting goodbyes
the world is full
with time

Thursday, December 6, 2012

(X, Y)


you can’t remove lines

we get there
from here

strange shapes
some straight

pass one another
meet, re-meet

gradually separate

knowing
someone else knows everything

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

CONTINUITY


rain drops fall
from the sky
beads slide down
in rows

stick to
the back window

it was Tuesday
when I remembered
to thank you
for being

telling me
you loved me regardless

of what the future holds
slippery, drops out of hands
on the floor
spilt and spoiled

you don’t mind
picking up the pieces

Saturday, October 20, 2012

SWEETEST DAY

-->
split, different—
two differences
from one event

the present is not quite
a howl in falsetto
sticks & stones

every ending is new
beginning
start, contain part

this moment
don’t forget
feeling

every hour
a silent test
you were given an opportunity to love

today’s are memories
never made—
imagined instead

Sunday, October 14, 2012

MORNING TIME


what goes away
at the start of the day?

silence
the end of a song

no more words

no more music

the only sound—
planes
leaving ground



i hope you get to where it is.

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

things i’ve learned from you


go on

go out
and get it

love
            endlessly

Thursday, September 20, 2012

sunshine (for jmt)


i wanted to be with you
i wanted you to be mine
i wanted to make you happy
all of the time

i wanted to make you bright
as bright as sunshine

Sunday, August 26, 2012

on seeing dusk from mars


in the shadows 
of two moons
we’re invisible

the pink hue endless
our own fulfillment

eternal optimists
until we die 

forever

never goodbye

the sun sets
three planets seen

one has a ring 

for you
and i

Friday, May 11, 2012

location


places,

have a heart,
a common ground,
a part

with which
we feel
rather than think
 

Monday, May 7, 2012

hong kong hum drum


he said,
more so wrote

the words
are in the air

there, there

Monday, April 16, 2012

heart



in the area that overlaps
the part that’s grey
fixing to live
fashioned, fabricated
to die


fists
used to fight

now
fingers tucked

because
cold nights


open room
inside,
echo
   alive
(((alive)))

Tuesday, April 3, 2012

never thought


the rivers,
clean water
stream leaving
early last
century

            concrete crown,
            sky brown
            smokestacks,
            round

they eat
wax paper
white bread
sandwiches
with dirty
hands

            they all
            smile
            laugh, think
            she loves me,
            she loves me
            for me

even with
my hands
dirty           

Monday, March 19, 2012

inside


emptiness

fill out
the rest

she said
i know what
i like

and what
true love
looks like

you in
the kitchen
with a baby
spoon

goodnight,
moon

Thursday, March 8, 2012

drinkin' turpentine


drinkin’ mason jars
of turpentine never thinking
of this as a trade or a
means of living, breathing
easy. daily i begin again
only to end again wonder-
ing if anything is worth
anything.

please drink the jar empty
i would do it again
if i were able to.
it doesn’t taste too strong
the finish is quick and
the pain self evident.

i’ve spent, and
it’s been a while
that we’ve been waiting,
counting the accumulation.
it almost killed me once—
i tell you it almost did—
but it didn’t
and that’s the difference

allows for a tiredness,
for a happiness.

Friday, March 2, 2012

Lackawanna is weird


it begins with
            fire
and ends in
            steel
                                   
the process
of creating something real

it is not blood
or sweat

            but rust mixed
            with cigarettes

enter through gate eight
leave a different date

Lackawanna is weird
            they say
no just go ahead
come out with it
            poor
we’re poor
not weird

what is money any way?
            we get by
each day

between the rail
and the train
            we live
each day

when we ride
bored                         aboard
silent                         short
nights                        no need
for many words
            look outside
            space and time
            side by side
            passing by

more than the now
more than the cold
more than the snow
                                                          comfort in the know

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

time/distance



time

beyond hope
beyond words

luxuries

                                                time to write
                                                and find
                                                complexity
 in  
simple things
in       
rust dreams


they didn’t have the time to think


they didn’t have time


            but it seems to be
            on my side

                        and i sit
                        with the lake in front of my face
                        industrial decay
                        decades behind

                                    carving through backyards

                                    what is work
                                    and how can we labor
                                    as hard as our father’s?

anxieties ride alongside amenities


distance


                                    this is what they wanted
                                                           
something true
beautiful like you
soft and sweet
to make up for years
of billows and abandonment

                                    i am trying to fit
                                    into history
                                    letting your hands lead the way


                                                            what were you thinking                                                                         when you died?
did you worry about your memory
or simply dream through the next day?

                       
this is for all of you—
 the work and words the years and gears steam and diesel will always be a part of me but what exists outside of everything what happens when we get there and the ride is over do you take my hand or will you walk away like Faddie did every Monday through Thursday waking up at four in the morning kissing none of his children goodbye simply leaving before sunlight will you be the one to catch me in your hands and protect me from the darkness surrounding dreams always attempting to ruin everything and will you then return here with me in slow moving boxes across the Midwest or Eastern seaboard depending on where this story takes us any future is unsure this is for those who came before and the possibilities of something more




                                    Buffalo born in a hospital named Mercy

it is only now that this all makes sense to me
                                    discovering truth                                                                                     it rides with you 

beyond hope
beyond words

                                                            this is what they wanted