Wednesday, July 18, 2018

free at last - multiple voices

We have abolished the zoo
and all animals are released
as of today
rejoice                                          hooray!
but                                                   glory
beware                                                yes
the tiger can't help itself
and there's no place for that kind of                                                             anymore
behaviour                                                                                            let's all be safe together           
meanwhile the peacocks                                   
who always felt they owned the place
won't leave                                                                   in solidarity
we'll need to remove them by force                I have clipped my own wings
I spoke for a while with a gibbon                                      too
concerned that the places to swing
aren't as common as they remembered
and when they tried a street sign
a passersby shouted for help                                     you'll
They'll stop you! He shouted                                    swing     
and the gibbon asked                                                where
where will they take me                                            we say
the zoo
is not
there

free at last

We have abolished the zoo
and all animals are released
as of today
rejoice
but
beware
the tiger can't help itself
and there's no place for that kind of
behaviour
meanwhile the peacocks
who always felt they owned the place
won't leave
we'll need to remove them by force
I spoke for a while with a gibbon
concerned that the places to swing
aren't as common as they remembered
and when they tried a street sign
a passersby shouted for help
They'll stop you! He shouted
and the gibbon asked
where will they take me
the zoo
is not
there

Wednesday, May 2, 2018

What
Is a body
Is this body
There are teeth of it
Elsewhere
And the blood it managed
Is buzzing
 in mosquito nature
  We are of one
Vain vein vain
Circulating

Where is my memory
Of that first heart
Adam
Mouse
Fish

Or the aged beef
I hungrily gnawed

Mine? Or I?

I never remembered myself
When I was that
Cow
Why should I remember myself
Now

What is a body
Breathing near me
Or which has breathed intimately
With my breath
Now far
So far

That blood in my mouth
I have sucked it so hungrily

Where are my other limbs

Those wings which buzz with my juices

Why can I not fly

Sunday, January 7, 2018

on the resiliency of death

not the fragility of life
which is a boundless function of order : chaos
but of death and its persistence
cells self terminating
organisms devouring one another                         ideas too
injuries small and large making change                         
which is to cease and not to cease
 it is death which struggles under renewal
silence which is stifled by time
hopeless against all odds
it persists

Monday, December 25, 2017

continuity

We are all orphans                                               our own
brothers and sisters                                              children

On nights sacred
On nights profane
We press together
desperately

between I love yous
we take the time to write
love letters to our father
absentee

on certain days we read aloud his               
"check is in the mail" note           
on the fridge
set it to music
sing it beautifully
               
In winter we remember
he'll be back soon
from the store
We celebrate

As long as we have been ourselves
we have been
     alone
   together                                                           to gather
                                                                     
looking up
at the dark
with light in our eyes                                        complete
our warm hands
tightly
ready                                                                   already

Thursday, December 14, 2017

Forgetting makes us present

Ay blessing of forgetfulness
If I heard every voice
Saw every face
As well as now as then

How could I choose
But love all
As I do love all
But only absence makes me faithful

Were they all with me
I could not leave them
Nor would I long for you

Thank God
For this constant despair

Without which I should be nothing
But happy

Instead
For the blessing of your touch
I pray

Instead
For the glimpse of the shadow of your smile
I toss restlessly

And when dreams come
Damn them for returning me to
Then

second snow - seconda neve

the conda navy, the conned navy, the conned knave, the fooled fool, in the fall of snow

it is a fine, dry powder of snow, a storm of sand in white
bouncing and clattering as the ground meets the grounds and so
a hissing singing static roar
never beginning or ending but being
as though it has never not snown

there are muscles of this body too which sing
of soreness or of use for what is soreness
what is use
what are these names of anterior and oblique,

of seizing and of releasing
there are those withing me
I have forgotten
how to hear
yet

there they are

even under the snow
the roots of things
are waiting