Dette landskab ligner en hemmelighed That landscape lingers in hemi-light fordi floden ikke ses Feathered blood inks the skies fra det sted, hvor jeg befinder mig. frosted showers just behind me Og derfor er det også Embossed air that scars det landskab, hvor jeg lettest The landscape — hovers weightless ville kunne undvære mig selv….
My Gift to You …
My childhood’s eyes a world swallowed in a mint multiplication of every deed suddenly I can master anything just like my superhero Pop I’m a star, I’m hero, I’m singer every hum a single that brings tingles a sunset arranged upon my plate a half-eaten grilled cheese a fish-tail if you please a skyscraper of…
Gone
Gone is winter’s blanket now weathered salt dried perspiration has left its marks broken a step’s front tooth a remnant of hardness kicked down an empty street footballed by father and son between a scratched passing lane split shucked maple wheels flank the wheaten verges of lawns littered with yesterday cellophane wrappers butt hidden habits…
Saturday Morning
We wake to a photon of early light pushing its nose through the curtains upon a crusted eye, upon a dusted dream spooned into the smallness of each other our bigness binds, blooms in nuzzled sniff until our bodies awake us to directions divided, we prepare our church for ritual, emptying the nocturnal holding tanks,…
Salt Pans
Today I taste a word crafted by an ancient man sprung from a fissure that divides our time the sulfured waters split our worldly body life rises with the gravity penetrates the fresh pine carrying white blood water caked along wooden veins dripping, heavy into clay cisterns of wisdom along a floating system a sluice…
Home — In You
Home — so glad to be in you — in every little corner you hide — me myself — lost in you — you a feather comforter — covering my fears — bruises — in new sight — wings test the air — alight back to you — your twine — binds fixes — faked…
Captured on the Grass
Captured by the blue grass on the lawn we lay in the sunshine of banjo rhythms harmonica and Kentucky pain and pleasure gathers our world in the shambles of a grind guttural delivered from a foot stomping stage you can’t bury us in the memory of winter spent it is a sweet Indian summer, sticky…
Wanderlust
I knew but a house — for most of my childhood it was one. The only refuge I knew — it was safe and boring … it never moved, no matter how many books I devoured when all had gone to bed — I couldn’t cast away a spell onto a far away island, no…
Stolen Faces
My eyes are honed and hungry — searching — watching Walking with probing analysis — curious — my mind Grumbles with desire — pangs — penetrating My wants are insatiable — embraced — plated portraits Waiting to be picked — plucked from a stranger’s stare Unsuspecting faces — come into focus — foregrounded Framing your…
The Robber
I need you, I like you, need you a lot Let me take you, a bite, a sip, a life, Borrow your blood, what have you got? I need you, I like you, need you a lot. Come on, just a kiss, just a thought … You can’t even feel the slip of my knife….
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