(2000)
#ColdDay #LazySpiritWinter
I have no family to care for my gr… who doesn’t care where I lay… for fourty years after an argument… which of us was bigger? in the course of our lives we bot…
looking at the world through drops of counterfeit lace on the window pane
(Based on the fact that 95% of household dust is our own skin cel… flakes of me circling in the sunli… bits of you lying on the bureau gather them in a beaker
Tide tickling sun’s wake Under a thin skin of ice Beach disappearing
Pappa always told me that you should never tell all you… and I found it to be good advice I recall the time I got back from… with my winter stores back in ‘39
Suppose you was 18 years old And never had a single thing In all your life to call yours alo… Except your body and your face? And suppose you went to work
how pathetic to be born without wings such gifts should be for womankind, too
Snowflakes or fireflies Beneath an oval moon Do I wake or dream?
Many times, my father, drunk upon… “Spare the rod and spoil the child… Swung his belt and lay the stripes… To cleanse my soul. And I, drunk upon memory and whis…
we don’t know who he said he was we came from curiosity and stayed for the inhumanity
a great blue heron watches from a mogul of grass as I scavenge a poem from the marsh Tom Peepety calls
I saw their faces as clearly as if… on their stones beneath their name… heard their voices in the trees whose roots go deep into their dus… and into the dust of this Island
WINTER SHADOW / Feb 11, 2011 small white stones fall rattling to the ground a shadow keeps pace beside me through the groaning night
silent universe solitary traveller a perfect union
Time for a pit stop Half face in rear view mirror Road unwound behind