Monday, September 18, 2006

Of Paying

When we are wrapped in dark word's
worlds, a circumscript of starlit
twinkle, the grass a foil,

we will be old and wrapped in paper slips
white, or whatever they shall be by that light,
we shall move and crinkle, and from far
we shall blaze then, quick as when
you are near now

but you will be far then, you must be far
to twinkle god-like, foil
to my shaken mind, golden dark.

Friday, September 15, 2006

Of owing

How many are adressed to lovers what will you do
with all these
who are where, who are who

And the words they use and the world they use
to describe it, to inscribe stone
standing in sun and moon and starlight

Are the light are the bright eyes round the fire
the fire, circumscribed circum
locution is most direct route

To addressing lovers adressing others and others
are the fires' embers, and embers
will burn still when you are, where you are
gone and the night will not see their light

I will be the night around your shoulders love
the darkness along your spine
line and wrinkled skin and I will not see
you when we're among those dark words

Friday, September 08, 2006

With age the world slowly
fades to a room with a bed and in that place
you may learn why
to forget, to be confused is a gift
as lonely drunks know

My youthful mind is dressed
in a room full of inclination
where I build my models and draw my lines
of curving convalescent preference

Before it is lost I will fold
my old mind in delapitated tent-fashion
rolled in tightly and I will open it once for memory
and, losing my strength, it will be stuffed in a nylon sack
by rough other's hands

Don't visit me in my old folks home
where you won't know whether to ask me how I do