| Without A Mirror I am all of one piece today Limbs all attached I am all one - and solid Mutable around the core Buffeted by waves of air And still firmly planted in I am all of one piece today No more gathering of parts Cataloguing of eyes and fingers There are no eyes or fingers Mutable around the core Without a mirror. |
| Tehuantepec Abduction The filling browness of the room and where one corner cracks she wants to run her finger along the breach the flowers will smell good later better than the dusty sheets better than her lover, though she loves his smell of sweat and the dust of the road. |
| Compass Condensed darkness, it curls in the palm, flows into the crevasses of my fingers waiting. warm sun on the skin of my pen, cool breath on the paper, hundreds of pencilled scribes on the grass. there may be dark and rain that i drive through in a future scene. how easy does substance kill fear. if i could mark this night for some happening, or feel it like water in my palm absorbed. trace the path - or the noise - with a compass. how deep could the pen scar. how light would my cares be. |