19 November 2024

Prayer in Iambic


O, Come thee, hand of Death, to wash from me
This stain of living. Purge the grime and rust
And grease and filth from my pure skin. O, Come

You monster, free me from my own dependence.
Please take from me the thought that my thoughts matter.

Please free me from the notion that this means.
O, Death, please take, please hand of Death remove
This love for something that does not exist.

And yes, I know the hand I call is mine.
And yes, these fingers clack the instrument
Of my destruction, washed with brown and fear
And sentiment. I know I've given life

To that which shall consume me


reunion


I wonder if id recognize your face indifferent 
               if
   we weren't here for 20 years since
   would your gray still transluce the 21 year old? you

sat in a stool one bar over there
the other night
the bartender

(I knew him but he had eyes like a bartender on a busy Friday. He
                                           sat in a tiny practice space with me once him with trombone and he was
                                             asked not to play later and there was great pizza around the corner and slushy drinks at a bar down the block.)

In our present bears struggle against packers and memories of bars and violence
                                              a bottle smashed on someone
                                              a bottle rocket shot into something
                                              a smile   of recollect

ing I am here and there in time twice at once
         and Now 
it's poetry (this) I
started 4 years ago and it

brings me back to a moment that brings me back to a moment that brings me bakc to a moment back to a moment a moment a moment moment. 

 

09 November 2024

iaminthecar

I am in the car. I
am on the road. It is
the same road as
today the
same on the 
I am on the road. I am i
n the car. It is the same car,
It is the same road. It

straights and carries.
It widens

windows winding
winding.
It I am

on the road.
I am in the car. It carries; caroms. It
carol carries I am
 I am in the car I am on the 
road. It is
        the same road
as
it is the I am the I am in the car

03 November 2024

Revision


last night, the 
road the 
town the 
side of the mountain. the 

wind chipped and charted the 
wind ffffded and found i 

was back there

walking. 

last night the wind chimped and chimeded the wind wired and weird and winded

last night, the 
cold there the 
side of the road. 
the teeth chawed
the            mountain, town i

was the side

walking
the road on the side of the mountain.
it was               cold there. there the 
    wind shewed. 
it chipped and charted the heart and hearted,
the

night
sided hearth
and heart hear is here is here is here is last night there is hear to here is home is

last night is the wind chipped
the chip chap founded 
the found and founded
the fish the finish the

last night 
the 

last winded night winding road 
the  mountown the 
thought 
teeth 
thought 
though
tow
tone 
side 
back 
child 
chide
a cold a
canyon.

26 October 2024

ACOLDACANYON

last night, I was back there walking on the road towards the town on the side of the mountain. it was coldld there. 
cold there there the wind chipped and charted the wind ffffded and found and
last night (he) (ttthe) i was 
back their 
wal(k)ing. the wind chimped and chimeded. 
thhe wind weird and winded. last
night the(r) tttthe coed, the code code cold--the Ed the e the -ed .
the cold there et al
the the all the side the sod. thhe thee the teeth, 
th e 
eh 
the mountain, town ton on the side (to the to the) the the. though the thought though it-- i
was the the side )the back the eh (th he)( t
here walking wailing the two town charted the found the last rr--rr: i.e. I there back there walking on the rod walking the road toward the ton town o. on the side of the mountain, it was o o  o oh it was code cold there. i. there the wind child . i there the i there the wwwind the chip; the charted the heart and hearted the big lake (like lake lay) lain --the fire in the furnace the old laughing lady. last

night the hearth heart hear is here is here is here is lasst
nigh here
is hear is here is him is home is
lastnight is the back the wind thhe the i wind the rod do roe chip chap chip founded fine found finish eee
lasst neigh neighbor the last winded winding the rod the ton town the mountown the though teeth thought tone side back child child chide lake laaay 

a comb a 
   canyon.


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a map of memory


the cushioned chair, high backed, gold leafed
the porcelain figurine
the lazy susan cookware spinning
the basement stair exposed
the constant heat
the bedroom: Warrant, Poison
the blossom tree
the entrance through garage to kitchen table
the concrete floor
the right turn doorstop, couch
the sound of music
the backyard fence and clothesline
the roar of whole house fan
(a room I never entered)

...asleep with cassette rain