Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Distant thunder



Two pines against lit background
midsummer light and the grass
my dog dreams of bone
He is also a horse

Worn out shirt or "the dregs"
as I once referred to as
Unable to be donned
retired later to cedar floors

Silverfish devours all Latin
and Greek and [hole]
a cemetery wall now
uneven death in your tongue

So distant a night, a winter
a dull thump of the clouds
my dog, my shirt, your Latin
wallow in wanting still, here

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Gush


Calling the bluffs,
talking so tough
Angel of Corpus Christi
You're so misty,
tell me what I wanna hear
I'm looking for a tired face
in case you want to go.
Sunday.




Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Subtle fire




Our feelings slip like
subtle fire onto my skin.

Sunday, June 14, 2009

"Nonchalant with Southern Crux suite" 





Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Vicarious Motherhood


You were born, like comma
in my tongue, hesitant
to my eyes thalidomide
at my age, incomplete
between the clock and the bed. 
My Fruit Fails Me


My fruit fails me
relinquishes
seasons, time.
My fruit, no more than I
bides in dead tree
Unfortunate lady-in-waiting
never fully ripe

Wednesday, June 03, 2009

Where have you hidden
yourself, beloved,
leaving me moaning?
Like a stag you fled
after wounding me;
I sailed forth, after you,
calling out, but again
you were gone. My house
being calm now.