Poems

Birth In Philosophy / Minding Life

I don’t know
What it was for;

I don’t know
Why;

I know how,
Sometimes.

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Today Is My Birthday

I saw it laying still
Across the street;
That was yesterday;
Still there today.

A shovel in one hand,
Black trashbag in the other,
I quickly cross the street.

Scooped it up, one hand holding the shovel
And trying to hold that bag open with the other
But the breeze is too strong–
Blows the trashbag closed,
Blows the birthday thoughts
Right out of my brain.

I look down, see its empty eye socket, and think again:
I live a dream
And that cat is dead,
For real.

There’s life,
Then there’s our lives.

But there’s only life.

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August Kindling

Though nothing concerns me
Too much,
Everything stays on my mind.

Thoughts
That would look like the shooting star
Flit their stream behind my eyes.
Like autumnal nights,
I enjoy that show—

But what choice?
—They’re simply there,
Speaking to me
In a language like fire:

The mind
Is relentless,
Until it is not.
Until it burns you out.

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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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