when i was born the snow fell
heavy and deep all around the hospital
in the highest sign of fire

one human life
is worth all the gold
buried and exhumed
from this earth

what are your overlarge eyes
observing right now, amongst the jewelry
of this heavily adorned city

when we last met
she failed to say i love you,
now goodbyes pull
at the corners of my vision

i've known
your softness like
a million kittens' ears

"you need love, i think"
yes, but when i find it,
i'm sure we'll disagree

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a fate no worse than frolic, when rain cleans the sky
we think of shadows no darker than pinkpurple
plums, flowers on some unseen edge of hypotheses:
a valley where our separate trajectories serendipitously
collide, eye to eye, river to sea, one unsafe
eventide i'll come to you, heart out and offer
all the elephantrides and tambourinewines you
could ever have the time to love.

clarinets in idiom

a place in a church where it doesn't matter if "you're" there
in labyrinthian anchorwatch...this late, the moon ossifies the sky
and my lymphnodes are swollen echoes: mimetics of biologica.

one more breath, one more exit, the sharpest intake
and melodic redress: atonement one can only make
for oneself. translate; noctem/overfull, lush.

a fantastic(al) dream:

sitting on the edge of my bed drinking a stem of red wine, by myself, reading a novel.
my door creaks open and a beautiful tall girl walks into my room. "it's time." she says.
i look up at her kneelength black skirt, her beige shortjacket, her feathered dark brown hair. all i can see is her full lips, her gleaming eyes, and questionmarks flutter between us.
i stand and she lifts my hand from where it hangs at my side. "i'm what you've been wishing for, and instead of finding me, i've found you."
i wonder how she got through the front door of my apartment. she puts my hand to her soft face, kisses it gently. i think, this really is what i've been wishing for...but how?

we sit together quietly as though we already know each other. she's plucked a book from my shelves and sits beside me engrossed in its printed sheets.
we glance up from the pages of the separate worlds we're exploring, side by side, and our eyes smile to find us still here with one another.

i wake groggy the next morning to my alarm...5:10am it flashes...i sigh, stretch out my leg and feel her smooth warm calf against mine. she moans a little and blinks up at me. "go to work," she says, "i'll be here when you get back."
i kiss her forehead and pull on my torn jeans, grab my jacket and bag and leave.

my image pressed neatly into its own forgetting...

my jokes, my sleep, my shadow won't save me
from my past, from love, right now
i urgently issue request into a muchness
that overwhelms me, my winestained teeth
don't smile, don't wink, don't wish...love,
how are you, in what mad awakening must i
search out your face in
my own?

perhaps night, this one, which cradles
us both under its stars and moon, in which
i assume you're alive, chest rising and falling,
out there, warm beds abound, i thought
i was a sad word, let slip
from the mouth
of god.

but, i'm a confession of our arms
together held listing against waveless
catspaw night, silent and blind, with black
as a backdrop: flawless deltas, sparkling
in a lazy let forth, where we can always shed
our sluice of tears
and return
overfull.

right here on this edge, irreproachably, tumbling
with hope that these feeble wings will hold
where you cannot catch, where volcanic ash,
is not dead skin in breathing air, my glass
is more than full, someone saving me may
dull an everspark shadow of luminocity in
text.

you bittersweet angel, how you carry
your pout, bring me a stem of red
wine, bring me your eyes, let's start
a tundra snowstorm, let's bring alms
hold up our arms and make mandalas
in the sky...