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

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

i believe in some things


i believe
in some things in
subtleties

the singing of a song
with no words
a face that’s full of satisfaction

tears
you carry it with you
in the way you
toss your hair
in the way you
always care

i am creating memories
out of everything
i see
trying to memorize
the birthmark on your
upper thigh

not an hour wasted
we spent in bed
every hair that clings to me
everything
waiting for time to align

everything
waiting for love to be born
only to die?

please
be true

be
for me
everything