Thursday, September 26, 2013

the jane and jane


go down and down

it will be changed

my loves remember me
they stand like flowers heads thrown back to meet
and stand strong wiry arm in arm
we won't let anyone hurt you
call all the dreams down
remember
you are jane and jane is you
it stranges
come then
what has happened?

i want a truth
stand in humility and shame over not being fine, fly, equipped
loved
bathed in approbation
envy
i never seek it because i don't trust it instinctively
i shrug it off
bite the hand that wants to pat me
it is like slinking around the doorways and being angry when the policeman thinks i'm shady
why am i slinking in the first place? because they took me for no reason
nothing to articulate
power
arm like a vise on mine
authority and uniforms guns and handcuffs
then a locked door
why?
nothing was said or asked
emotion - tears - a female not responding to questions
a female being female, small, shrinking and not asserting yet denying you attention
crying while female
yelling while female
being clothed while female
being female while female
there is no answer
white teeth
small bones
a dress i liked loose hippie dress billowing
my underclothes become a curiosity because female
everything conspires to direct me to 
because female
my father the voice of authority and maleness though my mother gripped my arm
he legitimized it to the cops
just because male
a deeper voice and not excited
this is all
the smiling white teeth this time
the violence in that smile
likely mafioso
the din of the city construction cranes and garbage trucks
some kindness, gratitude to bodega guy who smiled and took care with my tea
such little things
over so quickly
the storm crested and broke in two
lightning and rainbow at once



Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Four poems

i.

i can't find
the center cannot hold
it's too much
so fucking what
get over it
my mother didn't love me
and she seduced me
and she turned me over to the state in a ridiculous ritual of garbage disposal
and then what?
what kind of life could i have?
my own fault
i could have not stumbled on the tightrope to salvation

ii.

strange laws
of futility
where do i go
where do i get off?
my life goes along as if i'm ok
no defenses
only a kind of luck
no plans only a kind of stupid gratitude
the world doesn't deny me or embrace me
i'm not even here
my footprint is inaudible
and the truth eludes me

iii.

there it is
does anybody need to hear this?
better as anonymity
the truth revealed is only a demonstration of belief
i hear and wonder
can there be a shortcoming
to certainty?
ministry and ministrations come to pass
seriously, what is there?
i'm remembering
life and ludicrousness
sorting the fullness of modernity we despise
comforting ourselves with it at the same time
and with the belief there's no way back
and life is doing the best we can

iv.

my namesake is only fortunate
for silence
a pool of water so still the sky holds its breath
why do we remember?
why does life speak with this drunken insolence?
my life continued
so to speak
why?
what was the need?
animalistic persistence
heart, lungs, organs defying what could not be killed
is it so then,
are you for real?  is there anything here?
smile
you're on tv and the world is watching
the dreams make you still
and the mirage is solace
where you go down to sleep
life times
nothing
equals
myself

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Two poems


my names
tattered in the wind
cloth
that echoes brightly
grief comes in waves for all i've done and all
i did not do
for all the ways my life washes against the rocks
and then washes clean
for what ever makes it that
few people know me
no names
no profiles


time was speeded up like being on a treadmill
above the air
now it is slowed down infinitesimally
huge spaces
like zooming in on a map
the space between each point makes locality both
daunting and
inescapable

Sunday, June 24, 2012

core


the core
the mantle
she sheds
like menstrual blood
a fire
she dreams
as we sing
prick your finger on the needle
and read the drops of blood
she dreams
a blue mantle
a green one and red with gold
roses
thick and gentle
her eyes lift
licking the snow
look today frozen morning
she is turning
turning
turning
inwards
spiral
down
and won't stop
wound gently spring
will come
and she
will turn again
laughing

honor of lilith


lilith is

the dark seed of the heart
the source
the secret wish

lilith is
inviolable

lilith is 
a survivor who comes up time and time again
with innocent eyes

lilith is
a shielder and shelterer of the innocent
of the beautiful jokers
who leave a bittersweet taste

lilith is
a moon dream called down by her sisters
the pleiades

lilith is moving among us
she knows who she is