What book are you reading right now?
Right now, and for the last far-too-many years, I am reading an always-closed book. A tragedy.
The world
At one time
At once
Crashed
The past, the future
The then-present, then became
A thousand-mile debris field
The Colorado mountains to the Great Lakes
A stretch all afire
Nebraska knows why
Has my song struck out
And then, daylight
Inmate lists and textless nightsWhether ink or lead
Or in aerosoled hue
I own thee, my friend
Placed my mark upon you
It’s your fault, inspirer
You’ve caused my daydream
Your borderless pages
From which you Love-scream
Never stop speaking
Such fanciful truth
I fight with you, write with you
Together we sleuth
(Original Thought Credit:
“Books make excellent companions.”
-James Howe)
May you have magic
This happiest Saturday
You never gave up
Blanket Me with books
In the grass and balmy air
Try to kiss me there
Stairs
Steps
Stacks of grand books
Her hands reaching out
Sometimes there’s someone to grab them
White
Brown
Body unclothed
Her tears crying out
Never there’s anyone aware
Flying
Soaring
Feet on the ground
Her mind reaching out
Always there’s nobody who’ll speak
time
will
tell the tale of how you would stack these rocks
whether in rows or rings or to reach the starlight
it may not be for me to know
behind me is water
a half-written life
arms reaching ahead
and north
an imperfect I love you flies from my hand
with a tail as long
as
time
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