Volume II
Monday, November 16, 2009
THE BOTTOM OF IT
The
bottom
of
It
is viscous
and full
of snapping teeth
Despite that
It
is
a popular
fishing spot
It’s where
the big ones are
and the elite meet
Where the Marquis
dreamed his lovers
and Guernica
was born
Where Homer
and Dante
descended
And though you
will be told
It
was just a
Saturday, October 17, 2009
MEMORY
The body’s memory
Blood memory
A memory of abandoned places
A memory of sleep and repose
A memory in ruins
A memory of angels falling
A graveside memory
A schoolyard memory
Memories of hair and teeth and shoes
The memory of desire
A memory of despair
A memory of speech - of muttering
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
THE ANGEL OF ERASURE
The Angel of Erasure
has taken to the wing chair
beside my bed
Hard at work
making smudge marks
across my pages
before the pages
are gone forever.
(I stole the title from Michael Palmer, a much better poet than I, usually published by New Directions.)
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
THIS IS MY BODY
This is my ancient
and venerable yoga body
This is my nearsighted
pot-bellied body
This is my chip toothed
badly bent and trembling body
This is my body
of broken bones and scars
This is my body
and because you love me
this is my body
made beautiful
by your beautiful body.
Saturday, October 10, 2009
DISEMBODIED
It's beginning to seem
that at any given moment
of any given day
on any given street
be it New York
Moscow or Kabul
half of us are talking
to someone who's not there.
We're in a world of
disembodied conversations
afraid to be alone
clutching our
cellphones
iphones
blackberries
pocket pc's
and
