3.18.2014

I tinder-gather the winter's dark variables
its struggling math and parentheses of
ice. the equations no longer suit me
nothing will satisfy me now but the spare
zero of bare flesh. it's no longer about
letting go the calculus I did not learn
and may never. it's about sudden
erasure, the bone-crack of ice-out  
unexpectedly on the Merrimack
overnight seaward swept; the 
materialization of birds, songs
truce-shattering the wind-walled
and pacified silences; the way a fresh
sword of grass cuts through
all tallying thoughts as a lover's
tongue slides through once-gated lips  
sudden parted. if there is a time to burn
things that make sense, that time has
arrived. if there shall be an altar
to unpredictability, nest that 
holocaust in my heart. make me stop making 
the sense that winter humiliated
from me. let break the slate, let it lie broken 
let shoes be discarded and the busted 
black shards walked barefoot. with the impending 
sun as my witness, I swear and swear again
I am standing on holy ground with all ten
fingers useless.