She Told Me I Didn't Have+She Told Me I Didn't Have
She told me I didn't have enough rhythm to strip or write poetry. Good poetry, she adds. Not the kind
with birds on the edges, about ready to suicide jump, blind, ostrich-winged. I liked her. She had manufactured hair and was wearing a shirt with Emerson on the front and Einstein dead in a pool of blood on the back.
She had taken to wearing an eyepatch for "artistic reasons" and I told her, "the world needs more people like you" as if that statement wasn't going to make her feel as though she was a length of crime sce
GothA pale-black goth, Stares with grim-reaper stance, And paper-plain skull-like face,Goth
Like the white moon, Hiding in the night, The edge of the silhouette, Burning bright,
She's black and white, The yin and yang, That makes her whole,
She the flame to a moth,
With eyelined eyes and charcoal lips, She puts me in my place.
This Morning -+This Morning -
This morning I made coffee as if my womb was
not a dried blond leaf. I might not be as sharp
as a breath mint, nor beautiful as needing one. I may not love that you think of me as a screwdriver
or milk cap. But this morning I rose from the sheets
like a tiger, like an obituary, a vial of cocaine. I have
ruined my marriage by swelling and swelling into
sorrow, but I rose this morning, did my hair like it
was a white flower, or shoes that had not yet been tried out. This morning I entere
And So What?+And So What?
And what if I told you that the dead still spoke to me at times, that there
is a gull which settles by my ear and
speaks when you speak? That I am
frightened of falling in love with you?
My heartspace is the hole my grandfather dug in our backyard and used to slip
my aunt Caroline inside when she
misbehaved or spoke too loudly.
And what if I told you that I am the
sort of person who will always stay, not out of love but that
my garden still has not produced tomatoes and beans? No tom
Christmas
Amazed
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Oh, then, at such deceitful art,
Tears, real and burning, from my lids would start,
And peace would burn into my heart.
-Variations on a Time Theme, Edwin Muir
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The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
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The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
("The Importance of being Earnest", Oscar Wilde)
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~You Must Be The Change You Wish To See In The World. ~ M. Gandhi~
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"I was just trying to think outside the box... and I ended up thinking in Canada."
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