Friday, October 29, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Hello, Northwest - I missed you
I Would Steal Horses
for you, if there were any left,
give a dozen of the best
to your father, the auto mechanic
in the small town where you were born
and where he will die sometime by dark.
I am afraid of his hands, which have
rebuilt more of the small parts
of this world than I ever will.
I would sign treaties for you, take
every promise as the last lie, the last
point after which we both refuse the exact.
I would wrap us both in old blankets
hold every disease tight against our skin.
for you, if there were any left,
give a dozen of the best
to your father, the auto mechanic
in the small town where you were born
and where he will die sometime by dark.
I am afraid of his hands, which have
rebuilt more of the small parts
of this world than I ever will.
I would sign treaties for you, take
every promise as the last lie, the last
point after which we both refuse the exact.
I would wrap us both in old blankets
hold every disease tight against our skin.
Monday, October 25, 2010
Maybe I Need You
This month has been one long search to places I didn't know were inside me. I'm pushing them out -- I'm depleting myself of the things I should have destroyed and conquered long long ago.
"Maybe I need you the way that big moon needs that open sea.
Maybe I didn't even know I was here until I saw you holding me.
Give me one room to come home to."
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
This is what we shall conquer when the earth is no longer ours
"Air Empathy" Jeffrey McDaniel
in the seat behind me screeches
his little guts out. Instead of dreaming
of stuffing a wad of duct tape
into his mouth, I envy him, how he lets
his pain hang out. I wish I too could drill
a pipeline into the fields of ache, tap
a howl. How long would I need to sob
before the lady beside me dropped
her fashion rag, dipped a palm
into the puddle of me? How many
squeals before another passenger
joined in? Soon the stewardess hunched
over the drink cart, the pilot gushing
into the controls, the entire plane, an arrow
of grief, quivering through the sky.
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