Poems

Why It’s So Confusing, Mind You

There’s more to Love
Than the Heart
Can know.

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Lon Chaney

You knew enough to
Keep it up:

That moonlit agony
From the night of the soul
Masking your face—

You gave out
Your goddamned life for show;

Put a crack in the heart,
Put a fire in the spirit,
Of those who watched,
Of those watching—made time and tense no matter.

Laughter and tears and
The eternity of print,
A tightrope beyond darkness but a breath away.

An artist,
Is NOTHING,
But what He/She
Gives;
And though it’s good
For a few laughs,
It hurts like hell
To be nothing,
Doesn’t it?

Way under the moon
Of gravity-bitten and conscious-clawed pain,
Is naked wisdom masked by shining laughter,

Just like you.

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Beauty That Breaks

Beauty
That
Breaks,

The Sun
Goes down
On you, too.

In cold time,
The marrow
Gripped,
The heart’s storied bounty
Wrenched without ceremony,
And the soul’s triumph behind a heavenly body
Plunged from known existence.
(We know this)
But beauty has power
Like a godhead;
Breaks the self,
Fractures wit,
Tricks the mind by a tragic play of hunger laden dreams.

Thoughts build their aegis
Against the radiance
In a room
Under solemn dominion.
“In cold time,
Something else entirely,”
Screams an inner voice down the deep hollows.

In a hungry room of beaten beasts,
Beauty
That
Breaks,
You’re no home for rapacious hearts.
Where high tragic thoughts sired by the seeing mind
Defend their maker,
Beauty
That
Breaks,
I don’t fight, I don’t speak, I don’t move
Even when you move me.

Beauty
That
Breaks,
Love is the shield,
Kept me
From your reach.

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Headache At The Smithsonian

I.

Dinosaurs:
Nature’s titans,
Gargantuan earth-shakers on the roam;
Wanted nothing, left bones.

Man:
Roaming creature of reason;
Less mass but gifted with
Gargantuan consciousness;
With torturous thought that,
Like a hand become a fist fit for blows,
Attacks unknown;
Walled of mind
Behind the walls of his things,
Defines and protects desire.

Of Nature,
Man.

Like dinosaurs,
Receives, heeds the call to
Eat and fuck and keep it up;
Why is no thing
When calculating the answers to bitter need.

Unlike dinosaurs,
Torturous thought inward born—
Having attacked itself
Demands now additional sacrifice.

Unlike dinosaurs,
Reeks of inborn tyranny,
Superficial dominion fraught with unnatural demands
Too big for the Earth.

Of Nature,
Man.

 
II.

Walking, thinking
Torturous thoughts:

Our design and gift tending destruction,
Are we a born death wish from the heart of our Mother?

Our design and gift tending destruction,
Our desire Her desire wishing death from the core?

Are we a born fruitless death wish from the heart and core of our Mother?

Perennial fists of bitter need wrenching gifts from the open-palmed Earth—
That our nature?
That the drive in our mind?

 
III.

“Sing sorrow, sorrow: but good win out in the end.”

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