Archive for July, 2013

Ten things you don’t know about you (that I don’t know either, except that I do)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on July 25, 2013 by unsensible

The hands are soft and clever
We are whatever we think most and
Hands in desperate situations could become hard
But yours are strong enough to push open the earth and dig out its secrets
and soft enough to cradle them
Defeating Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle,
(A thing measured is a thing never known)
Except when held so gently with soft open palms
They seem to levitate
In their network of channels contain both location and trajectory

You lean forward in anxious anticipation
Not Innamorati or a Arlecchino or a Pantalone
You lead with your shoulders
Elegant mesas
Ready to bear
Your burden or someone else’s

Your smile like someone who just finished crying
Like the sky opening up after rain
A merciful exhibition of strength and hope
A sign from the sky to the flowers it’s ok to stand again

You’re beautiful even though you don’t want to be

You speak in edges but live in the breaths in between your speaking
And make your reality breathing in

You move your mouth like an actor
Open wide to let the sibilance and assonance come out
(When I wish, selfishly, to hold them still long enough to kiss from each corner across the round prominence of your lower lip)

You’ve survived at 20,000 ft.
Taking your place in the troposphere
A vertical mixing
Transfer of energy
Sending transmissions to earth
Creating warm gales to keep you aloft, arms open
Among the great cumuli nimbus

And yet you think you’re doomed to walk like Lilith
Banished from the garden
Taking sustenance from brine and rough leaves

But the sky still loves you

You shall have everything you want
And there will be no more dying


Tired and Alive

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , on July 25, 2013 by unsensible

So, a man died. Again.

It’s not my story.

My friend told me – the man had just bought a big house. He had a young wife and two young children.

He was an executive vice president making enough to keep the wolves well fed and away from the door. He had just lost 150 pounds and looked like a man who had never been fat a day in his life.

Day one sick,
day two pronounced infected,
day three pronounced dead.

We’re at the age where this seems to happen.

Not old enough to get a cheap breakfast at Denny’s but old enough to be in the thick of the fray. To go down in the field. One by one, soldiers with a bullet in the forehead.

Shot down ingloriously.

Now, the race is on. And every day without remark is a day wasted, a day placed in the palm of Charon.

I breathe the leaves of a maddening sun

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on July 24, 2013 by unsensible

Never awake and not quite asleep,
Necrotic night nettles and settles its
Susurrus syzygy somnolent series of
Secrets to keep

Breathing in with shallow squalls
Through contraband and thirsty thralls
Intransigent and prescient of horrors hummed
By heterae
Homily in homely halls

(Being like everyone
There’s got to be someone
I fit)

Poisonous particulates
In the beige light of a gloaming sun

(Breathe slow
This could be all there is)

You have 45 steps to the car
Ten traffic lights to home

Thirty minutes to oblivion

because she was there

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , on July 24, 2013 by unsensible

She doleful breathes the places she’s been
From lips that twist in regret to say
Pictures I would blush to see

Nobody likes a tourist like me
A tourist doesn’t understand
A tourist doesn’t stay

I see her stretch to point long white toes under inky skirts
Imagined spattered with the muck of primordial alleys, maniacal bacchanals, and impetuous gambles

But the feet are white and elegant
She tucks them under, graceful and prepossessed

“Wherever she’s been, she’s walked in and out like a cat”, I decide.
“An inch above the sodden earth, where it couldn’t really touch her.”

And if is there was beauty in Sodom,
It’s because she was there
And it must have needed her
Like I do now.


Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , on July 9, 2013 by unsensible

She said I’d inevitably leave
So she sat
Knees up to her chin
Hair in two tendrils hiding her eyes

She asked me for a cigarette
And said there was someone better
Someone more “me” for me
Soon enough

But we sat
She and me
No one else in coalescing shadows
Ebbing, receding
Morning, noon, night, to morning next

She said there was a better place
I would find myself
Yet there she was
Our place, our basement

She swore she’d leave
Before it happened

I wondered
If she’d stay
Long enough to realize
What she’d earned with me

Lips that made me love her without parting
And parting opened me like time

We smoked
It bellowed and covered
Our eyes teared
She cried like a lost girl
And told me how the angels made the stars
I made misguided declarations
I made her laugh
We made angels blush

She stayed…
Why would she?
Always believing it would end?

(I admired her courage)


On our last day
The sun rose through the cobwebs
In the sunken stairway access
And the gray glass
Of winter’s dawn

She looked away through the window
I was still there
Staying to see us off

Wait for a certain bus that will never arrive
That taxi got lost, forever
The train that rolled inexplicably off its tracks
The plane that will never land

Keep telling me its ending
And I’ll fall and fall
Until we’re sure we’re flying

I’ll catch your eyes and hold for life

Let’s play chicken
You first
I’m staying