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A Cargo of Green Hearts
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Solstice

12/22/2014

 
I have gorged on the darkness
of new moon's back-turned 
rejection then slept. it is not 
enough to forget everything that I was
for the body is a memory too
and the earth has registered 
a year's weight of my steps
across the now dried dead grass. 
instead I will curl into the orbit
of my body erase the shriek of my
passage forward through 
ice and nail-sharp wind ease
softly into the devouring of 

my own tail. so it must be every
year, an opening to obliteration
nothing left to carry
forward but the breath

a handful of seeds and this
small 
thimble of love.

Holidays

12/19/2014

 
I miss you on holidays not 
knowing why and think 
as I should of the sooty birds
who defied migration
only to become new species 
outside the light is damp
clouds swim the sky like 
flexed scars winter has 
taken away the animals 
and leaves and as always I wonder 
if it will ever give them back
I miss them with a sadness
that keens like the dying
of old whales & my usual 
doubts do not refuse to 
let me down 
I wonder if you get weary
too of the way time uses
our bodies like drunken
teenagers use cars
I wonder if you've learned to 
re-arrange your fingerprints
I wonder what you think
a kiss tastes like if you think 
it has a flavor like say
coconut or lime 
I wonder if you too have
electrocuted your heart
with tinsel just to feel alive
I wonder when the 
ladders of the sky 
will climb down to us 
and speak in so many tongues
the secret humiliation of 
store-bought wings.

12/10/2014 Memory #1

12/10/2014

 
you should have taken the piggy back ride
there in the downtown
in plain idiotic view
but you were sadly too old
you said all the lines of your face
gone straight the curve beaten right
out of them by clocks
but what he will remember
most strongly how kissing or lovemaking
all the circles ran mad
through your cheeks like
escaped roans who busted their stables
to meet the sunrise at the top of the hill.
the redness. the way freedom lifts us
from the bones of our knees so beautiful
the way your face made its escape
even with your
eyes shut.

No Reason

12/5/2014

 
you wondered for what reason I 
have stumbled into your life upturning 
grocery carts and whispering beautiful forbiddenly I
would offer my wrist up so that you could 
verify my radial pulse yes I am 
among the sweet sacred of living things
listed my heart a running red metronome
my blood happily turning laps in this house
of me it is enough and more that I have no 
reason or other was created on the 6th day 
purposeless contain a personal script 
genes and collisions which have brought the warm 
opposable animal of my hand in cusp to
your cheek lovely freckled that it adored 
like water and so isn't it a special 
magic that I was not written into your footsteps braided
into your warp wend but rather fell inopportune like 
a storm shorn leaf into your hand's 
hand and now imagine you yourself me myself 
and this bump-bumping a kind of wind or love delivering
us the rare birds that live between Eden 
and Fate.


Rethink

12/1/2014

 
friend, be so tender on this dark day when the earth is barely
holding fast its smooth round self as little as a

slammed door might send it rolling across the tabletop of outer space
hold the teacup gently don't rattle the saucer don't drink

so fast your tongue catches fire like a stone-struck match
people I love have turned into bears on days like this are

turning in their angry slumber don't wake them don't
feed them proud words talk to them slowly the way you

would quiet a locomotive yes if you could quiet a locomotive
yes today the earth requires the impossible  

breaking of this normality of fists and leather skin lover
make yourself small be the saint that turned

herself into a mouse pulled the thorn from
the lion's paw and closed the bloodshot eyes of the

jungle no start with your paw your own
thorn remake the whole damn thing you are about to

become ten seconds from now. 

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