01 Monday Jun 2020
Posted in love, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, Uncategorized
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AND AGAIN
wanted to
thank her
for loving me
in a
practical way
as
practically
as possible
as practice
makes perfect
again
and again
01 Monday Jun 2020
SO LOVE ASKED
so love asked me
in a full-bodied
way
what it was
I could bring
to the table
I sighed, and looked
at my oeuvre
so
many
scrappy pieces
of text, dillying
and dallying
with the
idea of
love
nothing
full-blooded
steeped in
the idea of
sacrifice
and
redemption
01 Monday Jun 2020
SHARE
share this word
share that world
let the whole
go viral
let the sheer
mass of the poem
once
digitally dissolved
and restored
touch
everyone’s soul
speaking
of love, but
there it
will need
translation
these little English words
so far from
that concept
in use everyday
30 Saturday May 2020
Tags
love, poem, poem poetry political moral, poetry, poststructuralist, sexual symbolism, spiritual, theological
GIFT
gift that we
give each other
trust Monsieur Derrida
to wrap an aporia
in with this
and me
thinking what
you are about to give
an act of
grace
special sacrament
that thing whose
mode of existence
might be open
to question
and yet which
cannot but truly
embody your essence
(prove to be nothing
if not its most faithful expression)
Oh this theology
I am up there with it
see how
in the hands
of the artist
whatever is in fact realized
all things are possible
my poem
each line a
finger and
a string
could be said
to be arrowing for you
yet never
so linear
Oh such hands
such hands
shaped for gifts
shaped for giving
everything about them
lending itself to metaphor
and so
insistent about
their service
augment the artist in
whatsoever inspiration
29 Friday May 2020
Posted in Commercialization, Community, Humanity, love, Poem, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, spiritual, Uncategorized
MELT
that was.a cold prayer indeed
ice
in my mouth
struggling to get
the words out
but determined to
have my say
as the temperature
nosedived to
absolute zero
asking for
the preservation
of the warmth
and beauty
of your world
but you
didn’t, couldn’t hear me
had forgotten about
my very existence
as my body froze
and the great glacier
of our time
took me
of which it would take
even a warmth and love and humanity
strong and pure as your
centuries, several lifetimes to melt
29 Friday May 2020
SOURCE (OF YOUR SHAME)
St Thomas Aquinas
defines your source
as the absolute embodiment
of that thing
I have never known
one, two glimpses, yes
I grant you
but you who
know it, feel it,
experience it 24/7
do you not
look at the world
that surrounds you
broken
and gutted
do you
creatures of love, basking
in love
not feel a
sense of shame?
28 Thursday May 2020
Posted in Genre/form, love, Poem, Poet, poetry, Poetry, Poetry, Sensual, Sexual, Sexual innuendo, Sonnet, Uncategorized
25 Monday May 2020
UNDER THE
CIRCUMSTANCES
let me go
deep
as I can
under the
circumstances
let me put
the “man”
in your
shaman
let us
pass through
doors and walls
turn this
Universe into
a window
let me count
infinity in
the pores
of your skin
every millisecond
of thought in
your crazy
imagination
let us
reverse
all polarities
turn
every
inside to out
every outside to in
25 Monday May 2020
20 Wednesday May 2020
ENTRER
come on in
pour yourself a
gin
(no, just joking,
sometimes rhyme
dictates things
that must be)
but British, blobby,
out of shape
you caught me
fresh from shaving, having
cut my face
the blood pouring, dripping into
my shirt
turning the gray fifty
shades
of Ribena
and I have
spent all
morning
longing for change
longing for
visitation
longing for
door just to open
and light
to flood in
and hope, above all
hope, with
it vindication
or just you:
your mouth, your eyes
exactly as
I remember them
