Poems

Between The Ears

Don’t look up to me for a flash
On your knees through what thunder?

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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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