what was given us

the colorless moments of stressed inhibition

must i be always backed into a corner before i come

fighting?

a sea of bad news and brake lights

ahead

even tears and smiles

were a stretch

then

from that place of half flag summer fatigue

arose a current from the far

east

we would not know until we opened two walls

the windows

life came into the trees

i awoke feeling different

all the colors returned

time was no longer just a waiting for work

there was meaning

it was personal

it was yours

it was mine

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could not stand (the summer)

trapped by heat the relentless wave

of sun. gimme a lemon

ginger ale

on ice

 

my mind in a prism my thoughts burn through me like sea

salt the machines and engines double

down like doom

 

throw me in a swimming pool turn the sky to liquid falling

down. cool rain reaches demigod status in the valley

leaking antifreeze side by fields

 

rivers areĀ  the queens

 

sacks of ice pulled down from freezer doors to fracture

on the tile

 

night sails in like allies freeing

paris circa

1945

surrender surrender

i told you what she said to me

got myself hurt all over again

telling

 

yesterday broke all over me

i faltered and cried with

you for my witness

 

the night on knees on hands

scrubbing the place I called home

for many years

 

when I finished it was dawn

life pulls us along

 

today I am of a new place

the broken tree lying in pieces in

the parking lot

 

i will surrender and surrender

keys

painted fences

i was moody

i was ready i was

running through a field

i was young i was

adventurous

i was heading for a fall

you were walking

you were friendly eating raspberries

off the bush

you were older

and reticent and you

wanted to protect me

we were unlikely bound for friendship

in a deep and southern

town we drank orange juice

walked the shoreline

painted fences stood us

down

the margins

inside the margins

i got to wake up
outside the margins
where they chose
not to see me
the way I saw
myself

they preferred
not to see me
at all

blue the color of
the blood survived the suburbs
on meatloaf and
microwave popcorn

you spend a quality lifetime
with yourself. you know who you are

latchkey
circles the neck

yet they suggest or imagine you
fit into an image they fashioned

i don’t play inside the margins
i am no cookie to be cut

sitcom ina tv
cherry ina bonbon
chardonnay
ina box
ina fridge

to be seen is
my right
if not
the law