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December 4, 2019
DEATH/Rainer Maria Rilke
September 22, 2015
TRICKLE DOWN VOODOO ANTICS
We say bad things about people who hurt us.
That way they’d let up to haunt & to curse us.
We didn’t dismiss their nonsense,
just cruelly,
We vent and vanquish their malevolence.
& thus Renewal.
March 17, 2015
Try Another Dawn, Against Green Leather, On
I take my ten tablets.
Wash ’em w/ Irish.
It’s my time
for medicine,
& no time for nonsense.
I’m ready I’ll try to pull hard
for a merciful god.
Finally I’ll try my hand
To move a pen
To move my words
To move me.
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. (from 2009, Slainte.)
August 11, 2014
IMPALPABLE
Neruda’s ” impalpable ash”
Chants away/
In the fray of my own tiny ruins.
.
“If I touch/ near the fire/
Impalpable ash..”
Chimes away/
And supports the clearing away all
Insubstantial,
Makes way to take less blinding steps away
From cave to climax
I’ve come to have left out
Crucial rescue tools
From my matutinal
Lost-combination locked bag of tricks.
In touch information
Out
July 31, 2014
“COULD HAVE” –Wislawa Szymborska
It could have happened
It had to happen./It happened earlier. Later.
Nearer. Farther off.
It happened, but not to you.
You were saved because you were the first.
You were saved because you were the last.
Alone. With others.
On the right. The left.
Because it was raining. Because of the shade.
Because the day was sunny.
You were in luck — there was a forest.
You were in luck — there were no trees.
You were in luck — a rake, a hook, a beam, a brake,
A jamb, a turn, a quarter-inch, an instant . . .
So you’re here? Still dizzy from
another dodge, close shave, reprieve?
One hole in the net and you slipped through?
I couldn’t be more shocked or
speechless.
Listen,
how your heart pounds inside me.