In the interest of following my dreams, and per the advice of EGG, I started writing down the poetry that I usually keep to myself.
maybe we need Jesus
because without that what’s really left
I’m ordering the California omelet
with fries
while my sister waits at
that bar,
with the red lights
Without Jesus,
this is one-time-only,
me, asking her to hold my drink
him, grabbing my skirt on
the way out
an assortment of pastries
at 2 o’clock A.M.,
I’m embarrassed
to be eating this
hot product.
Full, satisfied.
Jay-Z at the diner,
Jay-Z on the dance floor.
Sometimes, the greatest
anticipation
of simply your fingers
with mine,
intertwined,
my palm opening
like a flower
in the morning dew,
yours like a piece
of warm bread,
or a toasty house,
with the neat, red
door, wide open
in case anyone should need
shelter
from the cold,
and other, worldly problems.
A hand is a hand is a
hand,
climbing mountains,
and playing chords,
soft-padded finger tips
caught in mid-air,
looking for the next stroke,
fluttering like the wings
of a sparrow.
‘The big eyes of Einstein,’ reported
Hevesy in a letter to Rutherford, ‘lo
oked still even bigger and he told me:
“Then it is one of the greatest
discoveries.”
I take note of the gradients
of the squares
when we talk
on the subway platform.
in the past, I say,
you could only go underground
down a mine shaft
in a cave
or quarry.
None of this nonsense,
you say, or I hear myself
thinking.
We pass a ribbon from my elbow
through my wrist
to your wrist
to your elbow.
In this trick,
if you pull the string,
we both wave Goodbye.
we are dying and free falling
I only ever wanted to learn
the windows run right past us
sister, we are falling down
grab my hand
and I’ll pull you closer
we only ever wanted to see the world
there’s so much to see in Rome
and elsewhere
and if we could only meet one
time
it should be here, together.
I see a dragon in the distance,
and a mouse nearby.
If I take one step,
I’m going to die.
There is a pit before me,
filled with horrible dreams,
and griffons and snowstorms,
and wedding rings.
I’ll drown in the ocean,
get quartered and drawn,
and right in the end,
I’ll be abandoned, alone.
In the any night,
cars on the left patient strings
bright centipedes,
crawling pulling
for miles,
simply, for miles
and out front
the low light of
remote controls, beepers
and the like
racing us right
into the dark
If I can see you
From beyond the grave,
I will try to make the leaves in the trees rustle,
Or bend the leaves of grass
At their waists.
The planet Krypton
has already been destroyed.
What’s left for me now?
Don’t cry
why are you crying?
And why are you afraid?
You’ve thrown me in the ocean
and won’t come to my aid.
But the winds are rather small,
the waters nearly calm,
a ship sails into sight,
and sounds a quick alarm.
Did you know I am a mermaid
who can swim into the night?
Oh, Sailor,
did you know I need a Prince
whose love can save my life?
