I cannot bear itI say, “I cannot bear it.” Then I do.I cannot bear it5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Unfair that you should catch me bearing up.
And that is why the world goes on with few
demurring, rather, bearing up and up.
One time I bore up hard and then I fell.
I fell so hard I could not tell an up
from down or right from left or hill from dell.
It looked as if I’d fully drained the cup.
But then I twitched and then I rolled and up
I came, both bearing up and bearing scars.
And when the daze was past, I knew corrupt
from good and lie from truth and space from stars.
You say, “I cannot bear it.” Then you do.
It’s fair that I should catch you bearing up.
PluckingPluckingPlucking1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The table between us is a moon.
But the air is heavy. It lies
on us, muffled heat stilling
our breaths. You drop your fork,
but I still won't look at you. Even angels
would crawl if they were here.
"Why can't we be friends?"
I am thinking of a Flemish tapestry
I once saw in a white stone house,
walls dense and prickly with roses:
a line of stiff scarlet soldiers,
a rearing horse. The soldiers' thick fingers
grope at the blank cream cloth,
seeking purchase, gravity.
"What are you feeling?"
"I want to be a Flemish soldier,"
I tell you. Only my fingers
would constantly pluck at the expanse,
searching for the thread
that will unravel everything.
Your Man BluesI don't want to be a fat man, so I can't find my feet.Your Man Blues2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I don't want to be a thin man, seeking something to eat.
I just want to be your man - not too fat and not too thin.
I want to ring your bell, babe, and know that you will let me in.
I don't want to be a strange man, so people try not to stare.
I don't want to be a plain man, so people can't see I'm there.
I just want to be your man - not too strange and not too plain.
I want you to feel love, babe, as natural as rain.
I don't want to be a wild man, like a mule kicking in a stall.
I don't want to be a tame man, with no surprises at all.
I just want to be your man - not too wild and not too tame.
I want to be with you, babe, and hear you call my name.
I don't want to be an X-Man, shooting power from my eyes.
I don't want to be the Batman, you know that he never cries.
I just want to be your man - not too X and not too Y.
I want to hold you close, babe, and know that you're satisfied.
I am so brittleI am so brittle2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am so brittle I could crack
and fall in pieces at your feet.
Sweep me off into the corner -
all I want to do is sleep.
I am so hollow I could melt
into a smaller puddle than
you might expect to see.
No need to step on me -
I only want to sleep.
Is there a code I have to crack,
is there a solid I should melt?
Give me the key and raise the heat -
let me sleep!
Gambling BluesWell, I meant to leave the table, but I've been playing all night long.Gambling Blues1 month ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Yes, I meant to leave the table, but I've been playing all night long.
And I am betting all my chips - but my hand is not that strong.
I am staring at reality and it is staring back at me.
Now I'm staring at reality and it is staring back at me.
You got to keep a poker face, son, if you want to bluff reality.
I've got aces up my sleeves, boys, because you have to have it planned.
There are aces up my sleeves, because you have to have it planned.
If reality looks away for a second, you know I can win this hand.
BirthBirthBirth2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because he swims in her womb,
the water she drinks blurs into wine.
Gnats land on her skin, black pearls,
they buzz like bells and she smiles.
He takes her pain. When she grinds wheat,
the pestle scrapes his skin raw.
Before he enters the world, he memorizes its pain.
But each time, the pain falls fresh,
an unbitten pear. Each bite startles him.
This is my flesh he thinks.
He wants to wake, a cool stone tomb,
the end, no more, please.
CakeThe cake was disruptive, butCake1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm glad that it helped you fly
My own wings withered years ago
When I was overcome by the croaking
of the frogs down in the swamp
The ferris wheel you loved has
been disassembled then re-assembled
in exactly the same fashion
Only I and a few owls know this
But we don't speak of it
Last night I left my feet at your place
Would you mind very much mailing them to me?
I don't think I'll be going
to any more parties for a while
I don't really like cake
You see the way we sitYou see the way we sit and how we leanYou see the way we sit3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
toward one another, then sit back again.
We sip our coffee, say, "You should try this,"
and lift our forks to one another's lips.
Do talk and easy silence make it seem
there is no tension left to make us one
with all the heat and sweetness one might dream
or drive us far apart if it become
too taut and snap? Perhaps you tell yourself
that all is settled and no questions left
when two have been together for so long?
It is not that there are no questions left.
We ask them often, more than you would guess,
we ask them every day - and answer yes.