occupation it is migratorythe curiositytucking under a lymph nodecamping in a shoulder bladeclimbing a femurbut when it unpacksright down to its delicateswrites a rent chequebuys groceriesit removes its skin & shows itstrue self: sadness with bulging eyes for weepinghands oversized like porcelain pasta bowlsfilled with unanswered questionshow did this happen?how long will it last? do you… Continue reading Poem 139 – occupation
Even when Even when you have everything you need the voice turns to hand & holdinga dull kitchen knife – like the one you use to sshhhllllttt open the Amazon box – cuts you wide then points inside to that writhing worm of envy slick & shiny teeth biting at the cold air wall of… Continue reading Poem 132 – Even when
Hang over it all hangs overthe gratefulnessa fresh layer of skinthe elation electric hair-raising constant hum marrow made of joystem cells carryinglove like oxygenthis is a differentdose of alive sugar headachetemples pulsing with the pleasureof purpose ribs like bone clotheslineswith pinned up mouthssmiling & ripecheeks landing padsfor tear stormstouching downinterior quakesperfectly shiftingmy core complete heavinessa community quiltflung… Continue reading Poem 120 – Hang Over & GRAND THANKS!
Sunday Morning back at the dining room tablecooling coffeecoffee breath thickfour pensthree journalstwo markershand-written poemson pretty pink paperthe tops ragged fromtearing them off the padoverflowing bread basketrecycled paper napkinstoo many to fit in the holderso they topple under thelaptop cord & virtual schoolprint-outs the napkin holderholding up Miller’s cell phonethe Mega To Do Listthis poem… Continue reading Poem 115 – Sunday Morning