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WHEN

when i miss you most
again pink the close of the day
when You are not here

morning close of night

as if it contained you me

too see mourning with

Lay Upon This

The sun waking up in the clouds
look! it has come but still one
can see throbbing, undulating
internal organs – the sun’s
heat and pink skin too sky a
why oh why evoking tears
the way it lightly, ever so slowly
touched the bottom of each
so tiny many cumulus
just yet painful beauty
for such potential lay
upon this new day

Shrinking

Sometimes you start to shrink
when i think
of you on the street in Milan
eye was near
nearly in tears when i asked
speak for me,
on the phone,
i can’t possibly,
in Italian.
The head dumbly Shaking
starting the shrink
almost shame
i loved you, for
wouldn’t you do almost
anything for me?
my knight in shining armour
or not, it seems
majik or some silliness-made
UP Word! You know?

The Rain

The Rain
i wrote last night
sounds splatter broke by
car tires and chirps
soaked, i said wet, so
so, where is the
rain subsides – comes
and goes, comes again
You, The Rain, me
Cold. and i see us
Do you not think? and
That, that you sent
splattering

LOVE is e TOMB OF TEARS

love is missing – like some

code word for forever sad

too bad addiction takes many

love is giving – i to you too

me and how we burst

sun-like running blinded

through golden fields

we fall, elated, laughing

come closer, silly, she says

grabbing his butt as he lays

her, kissing where

are we?

yes. he says it all serious, tears

coming from his eye love you

too, she squeaks out from

under his hand goes down

kissing her deeper, feeling

her depths, layers of moist

clean and long he she closes

her eyes, squeezing him tight


 

TOMB OF TEARS
atonement
making amends
for yourselfish
w the
everything
she is
love

Roberto Ferri - Galleria quadri e dipinti

rain

rain cold wet
i hear it now, the rain
starting and your voice
shaking slightly why
i notice all the small 
internal twitches that
make you shake on
the outside when i
said your name, your
hand came out just
enough for me too
to touch and feel that
shimmer run through
like electric current
rain cold wet for
you i want
to make me warm

Be Pink The Sky Now

there is one star left
centered above the giant wonkey pine
it flickers like the furnace just coming
on rattling sounds paper walls
i doze again and it is almost gone
so good were the stars this night
i tried to stay awake watching long
long enough to see one shoot or fall
touching the tip of the pointed branch
maybe it will rim the curve, no
now its as if in the middle of a glass
almost gone, drank, headache holiday parties
imagine it blind, i cry, don’t leave
stay hanging in The Sky for
ever lasting light and tiny pricks
all the connection and how it feels
losing our senses, gaining a new
like nothing we have ever known
type of touch that could never be
before love before loss be
pink the sky now

poetry

those things that cannot be said

live in our head, my body

parts that speak to us, words formed

from some distant time

over and over again and anger

i thought of how i want –

but can’t say, don’t want too

at other times – out loud

(not hear in public even if

the audience is so small) (the end of the public poem)

When i do make sounds for

You in particular, mouthing your

Name and the thought of your

Body’s reaction too mine – the heat

I think it is friction of the potential

Little pin points prick and tantalize

Drawing closer, circling, i laugh

Now you say, i like to make you mad

A little and then feel your surge inside

Of me from you, straight through

sitting, laughing, dancing,

crying in your hug.

a blur

the blur of the fog sits low

till static mists of light become stars

tiny and new, as if

as if one could be reborn a billion light years from here.

what could it be to have known you then?

taken your hand, the side of your arm

i pull in to you

Sit Low

the blur of the fog sits low

till static mists of light become stars

tiny and new, as if

as if one could be reborn a billion light years from here

what could it be to have know you then? taken your hand,

the side of your arm, i pull in to you.