Wednesday, August 24, 2011

Poetry Wednesday

my weakness

i watched you hunger;
it was a twilight-in-your-eye,
more lidless than The Want
of water
                          in mine

(do you remember when we watched the sea-bird
        with his head down
                and a white beard?)

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

Cafe, Person Crying
by Sara Michas-Martin

The spirit unbundled like that

no place

proper to land

eye to eye                  out of reach

the meanwhile


the shared quality

of accents

a need to level

continuously a script

burn spots                   standing quickly

after not standing

hard to judge

for instance

corners on most people

from the margins


some things

born without aid

or antonym

it’s common in fading to ignore

a sigh let go

a short descent

radial sob

here                   in this room together

innumerable the ways

we are not.

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