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Practicalities AsideSometimes I just want to leap into love's arms and run away from madness and obligations
I want to yell "Marry me!" and hear a resounding "Yes!"
I want to sneak away and shut down communication and relish a moment together
I want to escape from the doldrums and pretend I have no commitments to commercials or psychiatrists or politicians or country or religion
In the end, the purpose of my world is to love until I have left behind the husk of my civilian requirements and drifted to some place completely without tethers
Practicalities aside, it would be nice to lead that life now.
Punctured And HissingYour black lips hissed at me like a punctured tire.
I realized that I was unwelcome in your dilapidated world
And my Schuck's t-shirt did not belong amongst your nails.
"The French Resistance..."They always tell you how love warms the soul,
It takes all your broken cogs and makes you whole,
Burns away black fevers and brightens dark places,
it promises your Promethian hopes to emblazon
Love protects you as a roof over your head
When the world around you is falling down, dead.
When your house is razed and your brother crushed
It reminds you there are yet things noble and just
When the refugee tents are cold, it brings you heat
It brings you kisses and a warm place to sleep
It covers your ears when the mortars fall close
But cannot protect you from your neighboring host
Instead of his gun powder, I have befriended talc
For this foolish love has brought me a bare scalp
With an itchy woolen cap to cover my shame
Because he was German and I a French dame.
Autumn LeavesNothing more than autumn leaves who have found their resting place on the ground,
weaving a luxurious carpet rotting into this winter's detritus,
giving life to death-feeding caps,
a plethora of stench and decay tempting you to pick your own poison--
That is what you are to me.
Honesty BoxI should have just said,
"You were the kiss before my last kiss"
"The love before my last love"
"The man who prepared me for life's greatest test"
"You were my promise of a new life"
"My little Shakespeare who taught me to sacrifice"
"Too young to understand my wings"
"You were the one I could not take home to mother"
"Too close for comfort"
"Too comforting to close"
"You are the man who reminded me of romance"
"Who reminded me I deserve this"
"Who wanted me to feel wanted"
Because then, at least, I would have been honest
MooredI wanted to run away but found myself tethered to the dock.
The complicated set of mariner's knots unraveled in my mind;
the years of my neglect and your labor were so tightly interwoven.
Could I really scrape the barnacles off the tangle of our love, pull them from their home, murder them--
just for the sake of my one life?
I've always thought myself a pacifist, so I suppose this calls for inaction once more.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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