Sunday, May 20, 2012

(shake)

This world has got
the best of me. Seems like time
for Tennessee.

Friday, May 18, 2012

(meditation: feeling mind)*

Oh, look. Here's fear.
Here's that swampy hollowness in the heart.
That's the way grief feels.


*with thanks and attributions owed to Sally Kempton

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

(love poems #3)

You come running.
The Silver Jews are so fucking good.
I don't feel lost, any more.

Monday, May 7, 2012

(Thomas Jefferson)

with this pen I sign
signatures in stolen ink
your face blacked out

Sunday, May 6, 2012

(and memory is such that I can no longer remember)

he is no longer
nominated. I was, though I was 12, though
I might have rigged the ballot


Thursday, May 3, 2012

(pull back)

little hands reach for
mine, careful and hoping
a happy childhood