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A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~

01/28/2018

1/28/2018

 
​you must not imagine
a seriousness, an equation.
love is a platypus.
everyone will tell you
“hoax” the one word
that hell whispers at
heaven over and over.
the heart is a wilderness.
don’t judge those
that have gone there
and have come back.
they are talking like
birds, in whistles,
like the old ones did
in the half lit fields
before the ambulances came.
maybe someday you’ll
be told the dead circle back
or have never really departed
or that time is just a hair
caught in our eyes.
in Japan, zen-master Dōgen
smashed wild things
over the vases of heads.
sufis will shit on the
sofas of unbelievers:
“fertilize this desert!”
the truth is, we choose
what to believe:
the credulity of a duck’s bill
on an otter’s body
is a small price to pay
for a kiss.

01/23/2018

1/23/2018

 
​I still go mad some days
in the way of the wasp-stung
mare who remembers the whip
to shock from
hoof-flindered stable
from piss-sot hay
through the snarled wood
shunning trail, all things
poisoned-straight by men
to the secret meadow
shaped like a torn jacket
long-tainted
by twilight, by dandelions
by the taste of a twice-
trusted kiss.

Durga, January 2018

1/16/2018

 
​it’s enough to have got
this far, truant from the dust.
the sea’s uneven
gravity, the way the horizon
wraps me in its orange sail.
I am misunderstanding Itself
but the sun shines through
my thin ribs.
it’s the light that blinds them
and I’m not responsible for that.

I long since stopped wearing
the shirts they made for me;
no offense to the Monkey King
but my path is different
when I bow my whole body
dissolves. I’ve died on
the floor and will again.
when the sea takes me at
last no one will notice.
the sand will never stop.
someday her hand will arrive
reckless and green and I’ll be gone.
I am not a servant, I’m her beloved
don’t talk foolishly to me
as if there is no difference.

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