here's time toward bright

you'll be laughing at the sun
one morning when train whistles
blow the moon down behind
the mountains shivering over
there

your horoscope says you've got it
made today, hooray! well, i've got
other news, your shoes
untied, and your watch quit telling
time

everyone you see is a potential
ghost, you'll see, sometimes buried
in books, or walking beside you
hands held way up-
ward

leaves all over one day blow
sofa colors whirl and through you
walk collapse in the grass, ghostlike
go into work, blushing, eyes
bright

Pyrrhic victory

there it is. pyrrhic victory. to have fought well and won, yet to have lost more than was worth your efforts.
:is a victory with devastating cost to the victor. The phrase is an allusion to King Pyrrhus of Epirus, whose army suffered irreplaceable casualties in defeating the Romans at Heraclea in 280 BC and Asculum in 279 BC during the Pyrrhic War. (Dictionary.com)

yay!

new words

oh, to be a poet again
write what the heart remembers

after seven years somehow
returned to me out of time
you're so different, no longer mine
yet there's still an unhealed sore
in the layer of my heart
where you inhabited that great
cluttered room

and i feel entitled to posses
you there again, but i'm not
maybe we were wrong
these last seven years, wrong
to have departed, but we weren't
and that's how the heart mis-
remembers

over and over convincing me
that i guess, yeah, i do
feel actually and i can no longer
deny my lost loves' lasting
impact


oh, to be a poet of forgetfulness again. if you do something well, do it so that it inspires you by your success at it, enables you to continue. i think that's what my friends have done that i wasn't sure about how to do. so many things got in the way. maybe this is how i can remove those obstacles. maybe.

locality of digression

locality of digression
8.7.08

the day passes away beneath us
hands malfunction slower circles
of mimic, was all we were
ever in this for was to show one
another what we are incapable of

love, we, lovely depart along
separate courses bound in
the night for other destinations
taste you on my teeth, mouth
aches with syllables spoken

ashen. sight out of crystal lifting
i know my future yet it, somehow,
doesn’t know me squeezes scent
doses out trajectory vector after
vector. rain, song, sun

live your way into your answers
your questions are pointless
otherwise, augment your life
with unknown languages prayers
to unnamed deities. let them
decide

decide hollow speech follows us

some things friends go
burdening beyond our
pinpluck horizons
events which will decide
us

a whisperwish shallow
water dream awake into
our naked bodies pressed
between pages hollow of
us

furnish night with scenery
bright as overpass rain
flickers in our voices find
some fragile line to speak in
us

where we go in sleep
determines our horoscope
offerings of potpourri
wings which can only follow
us

tim

friend i will be
with you there
so soon

new york!
a money/dirty
place i'll make

your friends
love me, you
love me

step up to
you, replace you
in the streets

i want to
hold you
tonight, you?

moderate deafining alliances

been days baby
uneven days
since we watched
grass grow picked
ourselves up out of
it. our bellies grow

friend on our fleeting
bodies, a place we call
home knee deep in
the blood of us. i miss
our kisses, our pain

the dishonor of suicide
escapes my midnights
but i weep to call you
to me instead, daffodil
whiskey wishes on dandelion
tufts you taught me

so much. who i thought i was
girl kiss him silent
tonight. then, in the morning
forget your regrets as
i do.