black notebook #3

when things burn

they live for a second.

especially plastic

which is usually so

dead

sparklekitty

 c l i c k m e a n d l a u g h

sometimes late at night

the sky fades to purple

and how would your skin change colour in this light

                                                                                                                               what shapes the shadows                                                                                               that define your face

                                

october 2007

teach me to reach into another through the walls 
and bite the hard black pit 
and forge a sexless bond

-->  y d o b y r e v e l l i k  <--

waxing moon

age 9

age 19

late last night i drew a rune

and still what i tell u of the night sky

words only only 

words

if i knew your name i would call your name

       <{@}>   

it is too much.
it is not enough.


it is beautiful when it bends;
it casts shadows.


the glass is empty.  the screen reflects.
my toes move in the cold.




blackbird, magpie, hawk, swan.


a car drives up.
there's a child inside.
i put out my cigarette.

i wake up reaching for something.


put on the fur coat and find a torn piece of notebook in the pocket.
i'll have to repair it.


move outside and my breath is white like the snow
bare feet
last night's glass is clear and it holds sunlight


it bends the screen into a basket 
and my lips leave no imprint

A Week in City Jail

        The second time I carried you, I lay

        in orange, cold and curled along the floor,

        re-reading magazines, hoping the door

        might open and erupt a breath of day.

        I spoke, and meant to wonder what you’d say,

        but couldn’t bear to, so I read some more

        and scribbled pencil prayers to implore

        your heartbeat, pink and red; mine, cement grey.

        Outside, my body dropped you like a stone.

        I gasped and grasped but lost my grip again—

        where once were two I thinned to one, alone.

        I searched but failed to find you with a pen,

        to reach you itching deep in every bone,

        to find a word to name you but Amen.

---=I~o~I=---

a little dream 

 flashes

like a fever

---=I~o~I=---

forgive us our trespasses 


as we forgive those who trespass against us






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