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The Ballad of an Escape Artist

Poetry, Uncategorized|

You will wake early in the morning after a night of drinking, because your body won't let you sleep late, breathe the breath of too many cigarettes and regret. Like always, after a night of indulgence, you will hold a quiet hatred for yourself. The day will be melancholy. You will hide, veer away from deep conversation, be unsure of everything about your life and the people in it. You know, what is it about that girl who's in love with you? Why can't you let her in? And why didn't you follow through on those dreams you believed in [...]

The House of Walls and Sky

Poetry, Uncategorized|

Grand Canyon. The autumn hues of its structure, trails leading deeper down an abyss, and travelers trusting that for them it would not be like that fall into hell they were told of in Sunday school. They would descend but rise again, Live to tell others about the beauty they discovered. Everybody wants to discover beauty. Everybody wants to be in love. Out of the canyon, the house of walls and sky, you could ascend on the back of a burro, slow and steady. Out of love one might never rise. Out of love one suddenly hears the pigeons on [...]

Flown

Poetry, Uncategorized|

Now appears slow winter without a fire anywhere in the heart. The wine tastes of an Autumn gone, or early snow. The vine growers rest by the hearth, done with harvesting "earth's blood."   This wine, made from the wings of butterflies and the petals of dandelions. This is for your waiting.   Love has brought you to these rooms where you sit and smoke cigarette after cigarette.   The hounds wait for you to release them, and the fireplace embers grow cold and grey. Snow falls through the chimney, landing in soft ash.   Out into the winter night [...]

Rehab NJ

Poetry, Uncategorized|

In the hospital room there was a man in the next bed who had tried to kill himself with an industrial stapler to his head. Failing, he had only succeeded in causing brain damage. His shaved head, and hollow features reminiscent of a Holocaust victim, tortured and starving. He looked at me, eyes very wide as his mouth slid sideways, and a crooked smile emerged. His mouth was moving constantly, but nothing was spoken. I could not look away. What was behind those dark wide eyes, and did he know what he had done and where he was? I saw [...]

Skeleton Leaves

Poetry, Uncategorized|

“But, on the other hand, there were the leaves. Mrs. Darling examined them very carefully; they were skeleton leaves, but she was sure they did not come from any tree that grew in England.”  -J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan   Move on, they say, but where shall I go? I try to fall into another. He kneels at my feet, worships the hem of my dress, tells me I am the most beautiful girl he has ever held. He crushes my ribs when he holds me. He leaves bruises on my throat when he kisses me, shaped like islands in the [...]

Magdalene Complex

Poetry, Uncategorized|

I could put these time bombs In a God-jar, let some higher angel Keep them.   Cigarettes. Music. Weeds. Grace. The men I love, born with the mercy card up their sleeve. Impossible to make a voodoo doll of.   I look at the dark, soft hair reaching below the ears, their Jesus complex, how it's necessary for them to have at least 7 followers. Each one an only son I cannot confess to, cannot say   how I wake from a calm sleep to find my body stuffed with down, hops and grapevines, nettle a choker around my throat. [...]

Magdalene’s Dream

Poetry, Uncategorized|

As wistful as any portrait from El Libro de Santos was the dream of a spear branding me a sinner. Little by little I see clear to giving myself away. This rib for Moses, this rib for Michael. This rib for James, and this for John, the deserter and Jesus the enforcer. Their bellies are full of me. You need to know lust has a smell, pain has a scent, death is a flowerbed. You need to know somebody loves you. Let me show you these stars, Christmas red, holy silver and gold, royal blue and jamboree green. Let me [...]

Souvenirs of Love

Poetry, Uncategorized|

The bone festish close in your shirt pocket, the worry beads, the medicine stone. Your Souvenirs of Love. Where I write there is an iridescent morpho butterfly from Brazil, three times the size of a monarch, pinned in a black frame so that its colors are the only movement it can make. Souvenirs of Love. The morphine inside us, the poppy springing from our mouths. How drowning is necessary to a dry seed. Years ago in Los Angeles I was waiting for Salvatore to arrive and take me to Venice, the half-mythical shore full of ghosts and children and sailors [...]

Starfish

Poetry, Uncategorized|

A broken starfish becomes, in the course of time two new ones. No loss or memory of loss although equipped with a collection of eyes.   The rapture, the healing of starfish in the middle of so much blue is remarkable.   They are used to growing miracles. They are used to reaching out and finding what they need.   No one ever tells them they are merely husks that were shed from the burning stars above.  

Samson and Delilah

Poetry, Uncategorized|

And Delilah said Come, Sit down beside me, Rest you head against my knees.   And Delilah sang softly to him And stroked his hair Back away from his eyes.   And Samson’s hair in the sunlight Shined with flecks of gold   And amber.   And Delilah said Come Tell me everything that is   In your heart,       What  gives you strength?   And Samson was weakened By Delilah’s fingers Tangled in his hair,   And her voice drumming gently         In his ears.   And when he had told her his strength She called the lions in And they gave her money for [...]