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Showing posts with label am. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

liminal


Fine. Pretend, thinly.
Smile. Pull the cord. Middle C.
Pluck the inside strings. Up.
Ply your arms, for others.
Cut. Hung. Behave. Trim and Prop her.
Hear yourself first, thought, same.
Note turned to tone?
Silence is preferred by the self
Above all else.

Despite, to spite the intolerably cruel,
Endure. Niceties, stand still. 
Erect, not flinch. Faces. Places.
As though-
As though,
You remember You
From somewhere,  around here….




Painting by Vincent van Gogh, The peasant churchyard (1885) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, May 12, 2017

Turning over


At 2:24 dark, the mockingbird, and moon
Conspired to wake me,
I rise, finally, compulsive-
By three thirty both have fallen back down
It is only me awake
Again
In this nook, near a shelf in the world.

The cats all sleep deeply at this hour,
The only ripple above is me.
Already, I have sought in the low light
And scoured the flat surfaces for the source
Of the voice-
As though if I knew this
I could sleep through the music
Conducting words my way

Some sink in
Such as
-Begin and Again-
i-am-hear.


Painting by Oscar Florianus Bluemner, 'Moon-Night-Mood' (1929) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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