A Dissertation

By Sunday, November 18, 2007 0 , , Permalink 0

A DISSERTATION Aurora Borealis, Aurora Australis1   We are, I am told, evolved2 star powder: The explosion, the exodus, the slow growth— Our anatomy3 is a little cosmology.4 No wonder a firmament5 fills the cerebrum:6 Expanses stretch inside us, aromas,7 Our thinking caps are knit by Mother Reason, Person sets a match to the soma;8 No wonder we wish our city lights, The spirit of Claudius,9 ...

God Bent in the Garden and Kissed Him

By Saturday, September 1, 2007 0 , , , Permalink 0

God Bent in the Garden and Kissed Him   If you saw the flies wander the taught yellow skin, and if you smelled the ovens;   if you felt the ribbons of flesh harrowed across a slave’s broad back;   and if you heard a girl scream and bleed when soldiers line up between her splayed legs   you would not be so quick to liken human utterance and human ...

House Painting

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House Painting   Forty feet up On planks, cutting Straight lines, fast lines, sure and trim. We worked to finish the South Side By noon, before the sun would bake The paint to a cream Five-gallon surface film, Cake our brushes And slow our lines all tacky.   We worked in twos, tag-teaming: First all four, each two on trim, then separating One for laps, leading, And one to follow rolling, ...

Asking For Eggs

By Sunday, July 8, 2007 0 , , Permalink 0

Asking for Eggs   Our When and Who and Art in Heaven On earth as in how forgotten Will be done? I am sheep and child and clay, And ought all smiles be; With all debts paid, dancing daily bread, This day forgiven by thy name.   Lead not but deliver us— Wanting fish, knocking on doors, Asking for eggs, Learning to forgive trespasses still. For thine is ...

The Divine Conspiracy

By Tuesday, April 3, 2007 0 , Permalink 0

The Divine Conspiracy   I’m afraid that if I surrender everything I’ll have to choose between Africa and India Or face the fishes like a stubborn Jonah; That if I make God’s will my will He’ll go changing my perspective, Trick me into marrying a tuba With a beautiful heart; that one day I’ll wake with a start, next to the oompah, In Africa or ...

This Poem Is Not For Lovers

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This Poem is Not for Lovers   this poem is not for lovers,   though it will harm not a one of them: young and older hearts: be boring!   a titanic insight, a morning storm thunderbolt that strikes you when you’re shaving   is the least of things love is. i see no reason for anything less   than carefully, patiently, yes, critically loving the vagaries unorthodoxly.   Minneapolis, 2007. ...

I Haven’t the Faintest; None

By Monday, January 8, 2007 0 , Permalink 0

I Haven’t the Faintest; None   i haven’t the faintest; none. the sky, the world, the pregnant girl; the smell of autumn and leaves ready for kicking on roadsides and in liturgies; rural church days (and every all days) say: ‘i and these my own are for you.’ and i know you: you’re the place i’ve been walking towards.   all the king’s men and the ...