Monthly Archives: February 2017
How can you know?
I don’t but I do,
not from in you,
the brown leaf crumpled in me.
Sex is an inverse mountain (when it’s sex you shouldn’t have)
Sex is an inverse mountain,
when it’s sex you shouldn’t have –
you coast gleefully, carefree to the top –
a bicycle ride down to the highest,
perfect view –
and Oh what a view! but then
(Oh what a view) you’re not
atop it but under it –
that was not the climb, this is,
a getting out from under and
not dying, one hopes,
from a place you should never have been.
Son of man
People trying to exit the box
Why again news, no more news
of divorce. I hadn’t heard of these two,
hadn’t dreamed they’d divorce.
A tree sways in the wind, but doesn’t
do as trees normally do, it cracks
like a painting
Why was there no woman of tears
and soft hands to go to this tree,
and massage it before it died?