Best Poems From
(04/23/52 - xxxx)
Planet UnRequitia Poem # 4
Planet UnRequitia Poem # 4
really would do form something out of deep, of dark,
of water which shapes only by outer circumstance itself
in this case a word leading up to this contraction of
bellies against each times two, and legs times four,
and lips times myriad ones gone before - of murmurs
O lover of thee I adore - I am unkindly left remembering
once was laughter spent seeking out between bodies' valleys
eternally shifting eluding capture, this, just to reintroduce
some levity for we were many day-ed times merry-merrily
played harming no one not even the mouse unmoved per-
haps, watching perhaps, still, still, from beneath the
god you insisted be excluded from all our nakedness
departed I shall count backward by threes then fours
the door which once embraced you now never lets you
go no matter the black or blue tide of thee O lover,
what slips out ebbs black back into lapis, lapses in-
to what self is uttered/poured scored transparent upon
surfeit surface/faces which are even eyes which now
glaze with love lost beside the flue marked upon the
pane blue the mouse black upon the floor remains is
many, a multitude of petals times three the jasmine
unspurned at last at last/least return soft Junes the
lips of which are sometimes pink of lavender swollen
as if to kiss times three the antinomies a string of
pearls and thee O lover to me back 'splaying shyly
where the curtains sway/stand behind them the curtained
dancer entranced/entered into upon a mystery the organ
grinder smiles/sings 'amor fati' mellifluously on
Planet UnRequitia Poem # 6
We take our ragged bones out
of rented rooms for long walks.
You point out between bricks
the rainbows in windows,
the dirt now become your dirt,
your genius for transformations.
Back inside our rooms, last
castrati sings on the radio.
Enter winter under the door crack.
This becomes an event,
the retelling in high C -
Today sweet Molly with the black eye
and the cut on her breast cried then
decided to return home to Bud who
beats her when she's drunk.
I tried to talk her out of going
but she was going and she went.
Planet UnRequitia Poem # 98
I swear, Jalise,
hide and seek,
I'm drunk again
thinking of you,
how I cut my baby
teeth on Stillborn
glass, feet bleeding
on always wet roads.
One mile out of
two I'm thinking
of you, how you
wouldn't let me
love you, just
hold your hips
in jeans, 'just friends'.
Your black lace is still a pain.
Five men out of six would call you
'b*tch' or worse.
Please, Heart Song,
I take back all the
names I called you,
I was drunk
take me back
give me your number
Poetry As Constellation
'...descend, and of the curveship lend a myth to God.'
when I explain
a poem is a
work that I
as a lover
is to traces
as am I
I see in