all copyright meaghan boeing, 2006-2007
war
seeps in through
the folds in a fat man's
skin,
poisoning the edges of flesh,
eating acid tracks
in prosperity,
killing comfort,
but
pacifying a savage,
blind
nation.
their mouths met
in the
darkness behind
closed eyes
and
there was
nothing to capture
the
space
between
them
a heavy velvet
happiness, a dark
and
still,
a dusty search
complete, complacent,
quiet.
in an unknown
moment
slashed
to shining ribbons
by a stranger
unnoticed
until the wind shivers
and the sun climbs
through
with all the
breath-
taking
noise of
the world
above the sun and
sighing laughter
and below the
storm and heat
when will when
take over earthquakes?
sand to glass,
shattered,
sweet.
imagine
the warmth
and
the depth
and the language
of
falling too far
and
too fast for
the wind
to keep
pace
tracing, always tracing
paths and wires
and
ways of knowing.
finding wisdom in the
liquid dance
of circulation,
vision in
crawling above teeming cities
to the exhilarating
desolation
of discovery.
eye
meets
eye
- grips -
burning,
evaporates the world
outside
the
steel cable
that that
connects our souls.
this fierce, unyielding
need
for you
that
destroys
sleep and reason
suffuses
time,
the hours become
a
crushing weight
of silence
until
i catch your eye
again.
calligraphy
snakes its dusty seductive
trajectory
of
meaning,
weighted words with serifs
hanging import
on the edges of
R.
S.
V.
P.
search, this time
for
truth.
beyond
the honey-suckled poetry
of imagined
(romance)
of
breaking through
the
world
to see
the
world.
(that life contrives existence no matter how we live it.)
forget
the
import that absence
has
thrust
on this meeting.
remember only
(this time)
your hunger for living
and
the silence
between
who you are now
and
who you will be
tomorrow.