Thursday, September 6, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
n/a
n/a
the sun was directly behind you
i could've (might've) mistook
you
as a stranger
distance felt more natural
fled the crime scene
burnt the evidence
confessed
& there's no invisible light.
just a sunny day with no end.
the sun was directly behind you
i could've (might've) mistook
you
as a stranger
distance felt more natural
fled the crime scene
burnt the evidence
confessed
& there's no invisible light.
just a sunny day with no end.
Friday, June 15, 2012
Monday, May 14, 2012
drafts
"drafts"
it's true what i have said--
that i am
weary. misplaced.
still stuck in the stream
of
monotony. by daylight
my
legs drag along the riverbed.
day-dreamt of ghosts bound
to the fences
their brothers
& sisters
once sat upon--
at night i am
drowning.
unable to lighten the weight
of myself.
remaining a student, a son, a
child
to the eyes of forever.
it's true what i have said--
that i am
weary. misplaced.
still stuck in the stream
of
monotony. by daylight
my
legs drag along the riverbed.
day-dreamt of ghosts bound
to the fences
their brothers
& sisters
once sat upon--
at night i am
drowning.
unable to lighten the weight
of myself.
remaining a student, a son, a
child
to the eyes of forever.
(title-less) from Michelle Gottschlich / edited/chopped from Josh Zoerner
n/a
i dreamt of lake michigan. dreamt
that i could smell
foul water & the
waste of the mill furnace.
watched Bethlehem’s stale candle.
& sister,
i dreamt of you.
you
up to your shoulders in water.
from the beach,
i watched mercurial waves lick
your
clavicle.
saw a host of gulls circle
over us,
& waited for their cries
like distant
door hinges.
i thought of the rosary
mother gave you
& sister, i
stopped
believing
but prayed to the gulls anyway.
& i couldn’t get to father. so i
waited
for you. i stayed
perched at your window,
watching
the garden tremble.
sometimes hiding
under your covers.
& it's true,
i can smell your sweat laced with the
dirt of summer.
sister, i wondered if you had
drowned
or forgot how to swim.
i could teach you again.
(i thought you might like
the water)
on your side of the bed i reason
to myself how you didn’t cry at
our stepfather’s funeral. you’d find me
rose-eyed
just staring at your ceiling.
sister,
you are a russian doll
& i keep you safe.
& sister, in my dreams i wait for you,
i wait just to hear for
your footsteps to
crack on our floorboards.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
fledgling
"fledgling"
i sit in a hotel suite writing
about fame
& tradition. ramshackle
assemblage of
papers
trailed by the affectionate cuddle
of cigarette smoke. i must've
seemed old
& grey from her angle.
even concrete &
glass put me to shame.
but that's not what other people
think. i am
a different season-- a hugeness of fiction.
an unending catherine wheel, that goes
& goes.
i sit in a hotel suite writing
about fame
& tradition. ramshackle
assemblage of
papers
trailed by the affectionate cuddle
of cigarette smoke. i must've
seemed old
& grey from her angle.
even concrete &
glass put me to shame.
but that's not what other people
think. i am
a different season-- a hugeness of fiction.
an unending catherine wheel, that goes
& goes.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
"letters of note"
marvelous,
you are fooling around elsewhere.
we shared interesting places &
listened to one another's antecedents.
i am certain
that is where this comes from.
i am half as good as i once was
and you see well enough.
to hell with it,
this is what we do
when we are at our best.
i am sure
you were wonderfully
naked
as you both tumbled the way novice acrobats
tumble. my memory will
place the shit
in the wastebasket, but this time you
cheated.
then my head flickers & i remember some old
words: "we have to hurt like hell
before we
get serious."
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