Category: Heart

Excuse me, excuse me,may I have your attention please.I have an announcement to make,a declaration really.Oh my! I do declare!No mere extra! extra!blaring from the street corner,taped to a utility pole,stapled to a fence slat,but a full-bodied shout-it-from-the-mountaintopWittenberg-door-splitting theses nailingsteeple peeling moon howlingjudge pleading fever breakingshout for your attention.Could Gabriel have been more insistent?Him with…

There was a third man, and wiser still, who built on water instead of sand or hill; the rains, the flood: unmoored, he rose and fell and shuddered to the rhythm of a deeper swell. Three thousand years enslaved by our tropes, the old salt spews bile on our hopes. Still, we insist that, while…

Of all the useless appendages,your earlobe is the loveliest.I’ve never nibbled on your tonsilsand know nothing of appendices.I whisper and it stirsthe white down that grows there.Like the soft sand of Normandy,it’s the beachhead of my advance.I order my words, and offthey go, over the top,to take the cochlea,the stirrup and anvil! With precisionand discipline,…

better to not play catch on the roofbetter to not get your fingers caught in a snow blowerbetter to not get struck by lightening on a golf coursebetter to not fall onto subway tracks during rush hourbetter to not eat sliced ham from the leftoversbetter to not use condoms that have sat too long in…

You are the great what if of my life.I shared my hundred million possibilitiesbut none took hold. Not a single one!There remains only the dribble on the sheetsand the presumption of another time. Like arthritic lovers, you and I,we perform our coupling,seeking pleasure less than fleeing pain,melting in light less than groaning in shade,rolling back…

we the implicatedwe the intricatedwe the strand andbolt of fabricwoven tight likemother’s love andscreaming child we the wound andtightly boundembrace of love withlegs wrapped roundstab of hate frombrutal poundboth can occupy asingle space we the medianthe mean and limit casewe the x ofour equationnever puzzled tosolutionpoised across theequals sign isyou and you and you andso…

The ceiling fan above doesn’t turn.It waits on a switch that never trips.The snow outside sits cold and white.It waits on a sun that never shines.The world is a head with empty socketsspinning itself into nothing and nothingstirs me as I lie on my bed and see howthe ceiling fan above doesn’t turn. The laminated…

Do you wonder what I donow I’m gone away from you?Do you imagine how I livewith the freedom that you give?Do you stand alone and gazeat the brightly whorled hazefrom my spackled palette knifethat paints a lustrous life?Or do you look with clearer eyepast the colour-dappled lieto the worn concrete greysof my empty days?Or do…

Do not speakI cannot listenDo not beckonI cannot watchDo not summonI cannot answerDo not railI cannot wince I want only tocurl myself on the floorand feel my ribspressed to the tiles.I wish I had their hardness.I wish I was ceramic.

The thing about a pikethat makes it doubly cruelis the way its shaft can swaywhen it’s blown by ridicule. You ram a path from grointo top of shattered peak.You start a bloody chatterbetween organs that couldn’t speak. The rage that brought us herebegan in our desire.It was you atop the poleand I who thrust you…