Ok, old poetry:
Airy Demands
New pain spends itself on the hinge,
Wrapped up in itself,
a seizure of purpose
that once worked well.
New drains are undone
without laughter, maybe
weakness drowned on purpose,
maybe weeping into one’s hands.
ORRRRRR:
Afresh and in Panic
I thought only an accident would arouse me,
I didn’t understand the loss,
the inside of that yellow summer
beyond the blue skies, pink rocks,
Or deep in winter, building fires
at 3 a.m., and then morning
with new colors barely resolved
in a new morning light,
I could say “it is black within”,
think that thought new..
ORRRRRR:
My Neighbor’s Formless Llvss
The witless slice of physics
Turns the lake lipstick-black.
Luck is the core of sex,
And the erratic door relieves me.
The window of belief
Freezes summer logic
And cups the elegiac
in the glaze of the tool-box.
