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you listen to the plucking of single notes
on the harp of spider silk,
strung and slung over my shoulder
when I was but a boy
the edges of every instrument
I would come to play
were reinforced with the bones
I pulled from fish I've eaten
so that when I sang
every note was for the sea
every drop of water, of falling rain
was visible to me
you listen to the plucking of an entire symphony
forgotten
in the embers of this midnight civilization
a skeleton forging silver
writhes upon an abalone xylophone
the sea is quiet
a quivering lip
you eclipse the moon
just to hear the last few sung syllables
that I had forgotten
you listen to me; because I am from the beginning
time without gravity, sand without prints
life with love
and masks
that we contain eyes for stars
you will play this song when I am gone
and the song goes on
on the harp of spider silk,
strung and slung over my shoulder
when I was but a boy
the edges of every instrument
I would come to play
were reinforced with the bones
I pulled from fish I've eaten
so that when I sang
every note was for the sea
every drop of water, of falling rain
was visible to me
you listen to the plucking of an entire symphony
forgotten
in the embers of this midnight civilization
a skeleton forging silver
writhes upon an abalone xylophone
the sea is quiet
a quivering lip
you eclipse the moon
just to hear the last few sung syllables
that I had forgotten
you listen to me; because I am from the beginning
time without gravity, sand without prints
life with love
and masks
that we contain eyes for stars
you will play this song when I am gone
and the song goes on
Literature
March, 2004
Soon enough, it got hard for me
to ignore the pebbles of broken
glass buried in the seats
of her attempted-suicide car, or
the night you cut open your legs
only to find them filled
to the brim with nothing
but cold blood and fresh ice.
I could smile but I was stuck in your war-
time car crash, fighting to breathe
over the exhaust, the sky dark and thick
with the unspoken, and she, your mother,
was confined to forced peace,
rounded corners, no butter knives
or shoelaces, hidden scars, white light and white, white walls.
Literature
Our Issues
Your heart grew up in a black wooden box
and thought it fabulous,
its world of
right angles,
wood grain,
and eternal night.
It hated me when I bored the hole
that let the sun singe its eyes, cook its skin,
when rain collected the dirt on its skin
in a puddle beneath its feet and said:
"look how dirty you are, foul thing."
It hated and
hated and
still hates,
always crawling
under any
box it finds.
I kicked it
out of its hiding place.
It ran out howling, hating and being
ha
Literature
Counting for Nothing
Fourteen hundred paces wasted
walking to your door,
and every time a pointless pounding
headache - sore, resounding, raw;
what follows next? as you'd expect
a shocking exhibition of
that bloody mix of tears
and spit and semen spilled
across this gritty floor.
and from the day that we last spoke
I've counted twenty-four.
How come I'm your ignored -
you must have grown so bored of me
and now my fingers, gnawed and nails all bitten
paw through scores
of letters better left unwritten -
never sent, now torn and scattered, littered
with my bitter thoughts unuttered,
so utterly distraught I am, I poured a litany of scorn
and lo
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Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
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Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
See the paper lying on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door
So I walk on up to the door step
Through the screen and across the floor
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
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And you're waiting there, not a care in the world
See the smile a-waiting in the kitchen
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Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
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In the evening on a Friday night
A little light a-shining through the window
Lets me know everythings alright
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze makes me feel fine
Blowing through the jasmine in my mind
See the paper lying on the sidewalk
A little music from the house next door
So I walk on up to the door step
Through the screen and across the floor
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom
July is dressed up and playing her tune
When I come home from a hard days work
And you're waiting there, not a care in the world
See the smile a-waiting in the kitchen
Food cooking and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me
In the evening when the day is through"
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I do like how your writing flows.
