February 5, 2013
I’m stretching & swaying
to the intermezzo
We eked out a way
to dampen the dramas,
to hamper the threat of
of this one
September 14, 2012
“The blind man loves you with his eyes, the deaf man with his music. The hospital, the battlefield, the torture room, serve you with numberless petitions. On this most ordinary night, so bearable, so plentiful in grave distractions, touch this worthless ink, this work of shame. Inform me from the great height of your beauty.”
-Leonard Cohen, “Petitions” from Death Of A Ladies Man
September 13, 2012
I lost a friend tonight.
The fleshSTOP forever kind of loss.
When he didn’t show up at the job
He went on & on about leaving
& Joining his dream; Free in Amsterdam.
Friends from that job
Went and found his body.
He’d lived alone in his own woods
Since his wife died.
Yet I knew him to truly enjoy his day.
(He was ahead of me that way)
His own time he’d savor.
Complex gourmet foods he’d prepare for himself.
Simple fairweather, days & nights, for himself.
Goddamn, he wanted
& Waited on Amsterdam,