Thursday, 4 May 2017
Yasmin
hard A, hard E, hard O
I am singing softly again,
we are leaving that terrible sea,
i salve my wounds and think of rain,
but we are never alone,
it doesn't take much energy,
a witness who can never condone,
my new friends are game,
Americans don't do uncertainty,
different from that other place,
i lived there hunting bones,
who would want to see,
me fighting with scarecrows,
my grappling forays,
among the poor and diseased,
we will all know someday,
can we ever ascertain,
if nothing scares us really,
when we lay aside the rage,
what makes us happy ?
6 poems
Zanzibar
she talks of Baltimore,
and what it means to be,
outside fire know the score,
,
measure wine or the law,
you can’t wriggle easy,
from that institutional core,
how it is to be deep
certainly not worth a cry,
a family on the cheap,
She says 'they get me high',
as if i'm on a plane,
we thank the great divine,
for all the blessings he entwines,
the sound of rain,
windmills on hills nearby,
within this sense of ease
she says I've had my time,
the manner of being done,
is itself a celebration,
we were't allowed to lie.
they will aid our search,
throw away the rope,
measure distance before we lurch,
what messes with your head,
they laugh, the dopes,
sat in bars making bets,
do they think of us as hurt,
do they wish upon us death,
recognize what's above ?
my wrist around her glides,
her body limpid,
to lay upon the tide,
with the herring gulls alone,
their faces to the wind
of someone else's purlieu,
learn to dance don't get blue,
ignore those cool untruths,
give me just one more time.
she dances on Hawaii,
thats what she'd like to do
How can we ever grow,
/is this your last throw
it reaches inside you again
worms of the cemetery quarantine,
resist just the same,
they party every night,
and you my lover throw,
scenes down every lane,
skim the lake with stones,
each Sunday we know,
when sunlight lifts the Poppies,
we don't check the Escrow,
or make promissory notes,
far more than any keep,
birds thrum their tune,
she pulls at my traces,
the moon is her nosegay
it haunts her face,
other shipwreck look for signs,
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