Tuesday, May 25, 2010

The Icy Breeze

The biggest ghost
the royalty of ghosts
when you speak of the
hierarchy of dead things,

the ghost who offers no
promise, no redeeming,
the ghost who exceeds memory.

Anyone who loves the present,
holds building blocks in hand,
hopes,
lives with its haunting.

The goodbye ghost
brushes my shoulder
chills me.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Sleep The Mask

Some day it will be
a strange new place
I know it's there

It grows fat
in it's nest down in the dark
while I am trying to sleep.

I have to clear it away
but don't want to look
and only have these bad dreams

There is no reprieve
from this labor
I should have killed it long ago

Creep down where the walls turn to gray silk
away from the assumption of everyday
toward the unpleasantness and what comes
before I find it

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Remaining

1.

I went there today
and found her sleeping.
"I am back," said I.
"Your long awaited."

I couldn't rouse her.
and the nurse didn't think
they gave her more medication.
They often sleep hard
in the afternoon.

But last night
at 4am, I finally
overcame my vanity.
She has closed me out
and said goodbye.


2.

If I should
want her to miss me
then I am unjoined.
Time is backward.
Future is past
and we hope insanely.

Monday, May 17, 2010

What I Learned from American Movies about Knights

Those who come close
to the king
get to sleep with servant girls
on feather beds and have
a few rich meals.

It's better than sleeping
in the hay all the time;
but those who spend
a few summer nights
in the warmth of flesh and quilts
will fight and die in the autumn mud.

One day a courtier,
a soldier next.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Transcona

In the previously populated house,
ghosted by persons
still living,

"alone"
bounces
against the damaged doors.

"Alone"
crouches under
couches.

Accidents speak.

Friday, May 07, 2010

Flotsam in May

While Spring struts its green
and all the popular people say
that's what I love,

all the dead things
with colors
unsheathed by death

lay littered in beautiful detail
just beneath the dust,
shining when the rain clarifies it.

Lovely skeletons
hold secrets of
red oxygen and blue zinc.

Saturday, May 01, 2010

The Privilege of a Photograph

http://www.boston.com/bigpicture/2010/04/more_from_eyjafjallajokull.html




To live there
is like being
without home
because the black
hovers and thunder
says "run run."

What cold
normlessness sits
among those untimely
chunks of night.

I watch
without fear
the third-hand danger
is like awe.