Silence, The Way It Hides The Truth
Silence, wanderer, you, with your purposeful imagery --
Nothing inflames the past as much as you do!
How many places can you lead the mind at once --
Perception? (Oh, now you look down) – Invention?
(Now you nod) -- So much you hold, to darkness,
then to bliss.
Look at this collection of poems -- most expressive,
don’t you think? Various patterns fused together? All
with Silence. So, how many
different directions do you own, replenished by words?
You surround language with sensuality as if you were alive.
You want to do us in,
your ceaseless spirit, avoiding my gaze,
taking us down the road with you.
Silence, the mother of all muses,
always the winner, in wait for us, with your cunning,
treating me to the final word.
What Was Waiting
Three O'clock, 1942
The night they put him on a
Ventilator, I walked into the coffee table
Cutting my shin.
The day he died I walked into
The coffee table
Cutting my shin.
These will never heal.
The night after he died
I felt his hand on my neck as if
I could see through my
Closed eyes to his transparency.
When they took his tubes out
He threw his head back
Like a white horse.
Did he wonder why I didn't step in
To save him
One more time.
At midnight I felt his hand
Moving down the right fingers of my right hand
As if it were the last hand
How quickly he moved away
I would have held on
How long can a person
Dying of thirst
Hold water in her mouth
Truly a Problem of Reference
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Fate and fortune are
in a drawer filled with light,
like a pair of gloves
illuminating the ideal room,
The wrought iron is overwrought,
A striped cushion comes to life
with an occasional song,
Good luck and prosperity are
knobs shaped like a single ball,
The closet is a black box
telling the latitude/longitude
when the bedroom
crashes to earth,
sampling a door,
sampling a window,
The fundamental doubt of dark
red, yellow, blue,
scribbling testifying signifying
I had a tiny doll house once with little chairs,
How could a house so small hold so much love?
How can the eye so small see so much of the world?