| Poetry - Page One |
| an angel at night FOR CHONA ANN COFER JULY 1998 The question of night: to disturb her from sleep for worldly whims or let her lie like an angel quiet and soft at my side? I am tempted to disturb her from dreams where I may not reside. It is a course in frustration for me to resist for her when I do not. She will sleep uneasily tonight but she will always have the comfort of my wings. thread FOR ELEANNE LUSAYA MARCH 2001 Asian round, your face keeps a secret. Withdrawn, repealled and waning, this thin wire that connects to random dots in a virtual universe. A dubious thread ties us together, forever paired -still disparate, longing for a taste of something palatable. Desperate times and measures confine us to unfamiliar trappings, a circle of strangers brought together and separated at some other God's whim. |
| rooftops FOR CHONA, MARTIN, & JUSTIN MARCH 1998 We climb the rooftop to steal a gaze over the city and elude the snarl of day fabricated stories can fill the quiet, as summer bends out slow; painful shooting time, you cut a smile and stretch the punchline to its late point. Then your arm comes under mine, I pull it closer. We walk to the endtime not so easily but beneath fading lights we go, apprehensive and melancholy, here in the city, we rise above the charms of the world, to rest assured in the comfort of each other and at night, when the city buzzes around us, we all grab at stars. my house talks FOR MICHELLE ULRICH Late at night or in midday, the house creaks and moans and drives me maddening. There is no end to winds or rains or coldness or blankness. |
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