said, living as
writers, we’d know what the
was working on even through a
closed door. One quiet
poems; another tap, rhythmic tap, more tense,
dialogue from the
Royal typewriters. The same
bought one another as gifts.
you this was
naïve, that making up with verse
fucking would not be
romantic. It was a fool’s
Besides, I whispered,
as you were
built that door, impregnable, like a fortress.
never lived as writers; not
together at least. Now when
I read your
verse, there is sadness – my own, shed like
skin for where you
are weak. You would have never
the real quiet of my verse; my dialogue, gone
Somewhere in this illusion, three clever lines
on the threshold – sorry, celibate, sorry,
Those which would have defined
Short History of Hatred
watched his crow do this trick
all morning: diving to the
median, playing with food
there, stashing away all these
Some have heard him talking in
His crow will spread the
ashes of ancestors
in shit while he circles the mausoleum.
With sacred grip he has taunted; made lines of
verse; left an orphaned litter of broken
This legacy is simple echo of
flaps, flailing in the spare heat without resolution.
is a man beside a Model A; he wants to
shoot his crow.
This man is an old man, tired man,
folding over old tabloid
editions to carry onto the street like a more
simple form of
Some have heard they are kin; he covets
because they are joined as parts of gray and
February are: indissoluble.
Regardless, he too will shit,
taunt, exist without
mirth, break whatever promises:
will not speak of love, fucking
love – not a word,
though he too is locked in its very chamber.
Woman in the Room
mouth, bird’s nest; arms and legs, these also
composite tangles of found twigs and line.
bird’s nests too – like her mouth,
construct simple models of biography.
She was the
saddest woman in the room – blue in possession
this sadness, an atrophy which sets in the eye.
No one there
could mistake her stare
for anything except the expression of
for replacement limbs, pangs for
A new mouth to speak of it – her woe, and
those only to confirm its absolute depth.