I’m a City Boy at Heart

Thursday March 28, 2013 § Leave a comment

For Gurdeep Mattu (and after John James)

a little ancilliary light
is admitted, and
reminds you that memories are physical before they are
anything

the city is a heart
shaded, and diffuse
jittery with sangfroid, a blip

of hindrance anticipated in the
monochrome sunset
chequered now with
the sugar lights of taxi cabs

evening:
sweet loss billows across
     the fleshy spaces
the human moment refined
     out of existence
and not soon enough
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4 March, 2013

Monday March 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

View from Office Window

excited by the sheer blank
verdict of the wall
sun-facing
a sparkle
of toil
& the flat low
moonrise
what can you hear inside of
such illumination
the noise of light
rendered without ambiguation

thinking only this morning that
poems should end w/out congratulation
here is a wall to deliver
you from such temptation
that fills your aspect

Birds

Monday March 4, 2013 § Leave a comment

coal-dark sunrise
                             close print of wings
            frantic branches
                                       a crease of eyes
                       sampled
                                      between cross –winds
the lick of earth                     
                                        a splash against
     a smokeless
                                       morning
                                                how you are never
quite without a precedent
                                    Greek rain
                                                            slick
             with learning

                                                   the forever altitude
                                            of holy fear
                                                      & safety imagined in
                                      untraveled distances
                                              the drowned stalemate
                                                        sightless            blameless
                                                              needles of light
                                                                                 escape their
                                               cover, like you
                                         they would not start from here

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