Well she’s kind of like an artist
Sittin’ on the floor
Never finishes, she abandons
Never shows a soul
And she’s kind of like a movie
Everyone rushes to see
And no one understands it
Sittin’ in their seats
She opens her mouth to speak and
What comes out’s a mystery
Thought about, not understood
She’s achin’ to be
Well she dances alone in nightclubs
Every other day [...]
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Achin to be
Monday, July 21, 2008
splash splash
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
into the water, splash!
with a squeal and loud laughter,
she douses her dad
Looking backward, he contemplates:
Do we mostly orchestrate our own tortures, invite them to our door, fling it wide open and beg them to come inside for a spell?
Thinking about it, he isn’t so certain that the troubles he lived through weren’t of his own [...]
Blind and seeing
Wednesday, May 14, 2008
for me,
poetry beats the heart —
each moment,
an awakening
waiting to thrum
the petals of the
plum tree in the front yard burst –
perfume through the door
in the grass sits a rabbit, chewing
ignoring the baited live trap
i set last weekend
I’d make a terrible blind person.
Today, I had my first eye exam in more years than I can recall, forced [...]