Monthly Archive for October, 2009

(photo stolen from Matthew Spencer)

Or, More Poems for the Romance Files.

1.
Please don’t hold the poor
and lack against me;
the infor­ma­tion is good.

More that I don’t hold.
I need to get
out. Here, mean­ing it’s been so hard,

and start to carve
lit­tle, for myself.
I hate women;

they always make me feel,
who are not unable to stop.

Many that clinks and even
shat­ters, includ­ing one
that peeled itself like a banana.

I have had so much,
so many wait­ing by
very sad materials.

2.
A spread of com­mit­ments,
like the need to fall.

The ambi­tion for a land­scape requires
you not notice any of these words.

Instead, prac­tice arrange­ment,
turn­ing from size to size.

Pass­ing the time; cal­lig­ra­phy!
It is hard to live with­out granting

sig­nif­i­cance com­pletely, like pour­ing
from two con­tin­u­ous sleeves.

I meant to see it like a bird
above the whole earth,

an unfolded enve­lope,
and know every shadow at once,

densely, like moles, who
bridge what’s already

bridged
with­out asking.

3.
But you wanted to describe the toma­toes
at night, of course: dark as contusions,

chubby with quiet blood, still with­out
an opin­ion on waiting. There, there,

but out­ward, that dim­ming
report wanted words.