Little One

Little one, When I rise at 2am To hold you, squalling Red-faced and indignant And soothe you back to rest Against the cradle Of my ribs I gaze with wonder At the twin lights Of consciousness and feeling Dancing, birth-fresh Behind your eyes And I feel the weight Of your protection Press against my weak... Continue Reading →

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one more chance

i cannot change the world, i cannot heal it, i cannot even fathom it. i am glad that i cannot understand. if i could, i imagine i would only cradle my head in my hands. i thank you God for my light yoke, for my small piece of the puzzle. i am sorry for my... Continue Reading →

no, not at all.

sometimes I think if I drop a rope down, down into the deepest well of my mind and sit patiently in my little rowboat on the surface perhaps something surprising will crawl back out and I wonder would I sit and talk with it awhile? would I hurl it back into the shadow it came... Continue Reading →

dreams

in dreams I often walk some wretched maze-- all sharp corners, endless corridors feeding into themselves, vaulted chambers alive with darkness, shadows with voices, faces grinning in the black. it goes nowhere, and I pace it alone, haunted by the echoes of my own footsteps. in other dreams, I watch the calculations of a massive... Continue Reading →

ambition can fuck off for a day

"Dream big! Dream big!" My big dreams have made me into an ant, Hauling a burden a thousand times my weight-- For what? I'm just building somebody else's sand-hill empire. Give it one, good stiff rain And we'll see exactly what that sweat has built. "You do so much! You must be proud! Surely you... Continue Reading →

thorns

Presently, my day is measured out In tablespoons of coffee, Cigarettes, And entries on the punch-clock. Input sweat, output bills, No slack, no overflow--simple. But...I'm not simple. It's just a disaster When I try to pour my big, messy self Through the clean little funnel Of work and society And all that blah blah blah...... Continue Reading →

boxes

Boxes, lines, angles. Cages, walls, corners, Restrictions, borders. No one put me in this pen But me. God set me on the Earth and said “The world is yours. Get out there and dominate it.” I scratched my head, Scratched lines in the sand, Said “I’m good, thanks.” And God said, “For fuck’s sake.” He... Continue Reading →

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