id like to tell you
how much i love
to hate
this.
to
know this feeling
floating in the bubble of memory-
but falling
is
like
this.
Sunday, February 12, 2012
A memory of these shy hips.
Who are you
sitting there atop a suitcase dressed in a vest that just fits,
and shoes that show your wares more than your eyes
as you squint in the light rocking with each chord?
I am invisible
With chin in hand.
(This may be the first time I’ve felt the courage of youth
and the shyness of awe.)
Despite this, you are accessible from across the room
with a plastic cup and observant eye close to the nearest exit.
I dance freely;
alone in the cliché of a crowded room.
there.
You.
close.
Watching us girls turn dervish
amidst the acoustic arpeggio.
Hand extended.
I ask you to dance within a turn, slowly.
the feeling of calloused fingers grazing above my wrist nods a simple yes
and a warmth placed firmly
upon these shy hips.
I’ve no inclination to follow a lead
we shadow steps like a melody sung in the round until-
the first spin-with eyes locked.
I am beautiful and invisible with a memory of my chin in hand.
Hand in hand and hands dry-
second spin
I am eighteen and watching the rail
waiting for the moment to leap.
I land here
comfortable
in a strangers warmth
placed upon these shy hips.
Third spin.
I know only ballet and how to lindy-
and this matching step,
my fingers resting on the buckle of your vest
aware (I want to drop to my knees and pray)
you pull me closer
Its all in the hips.
I teach you.
fourth spin
I land in the crook of your arm and take a breath of life.
release
and back to the scent of home.
smile.
coy.
hold.
repeat.
Landing in
an embrace of silence.
The scent of damp earth-
the warmth upon these shy hips.
halcyon days
perfection nullified lacks order,
and the heat of the sun rests entombed.
reign on chos of night-
mother
fucking the unrelenting dawn
for a balance that torments and taunts.
dancing around doubt caressing a rounded belly-
a crown enviable of all royalty.
and yet,
destined for colonialization
and moments of revolution.
and the heat of the sun rests entombed.
reign on chos of night-
mother
fucking the unrelenting dawn
for a balance that torments and taunts.
dancing around doubt caressing a rounded belly-
a crown enviable of all royalty.
and yet,
destined for colonialization
and moments of revolution.
Friday, December 9, 2011
lost translations of the fog speaking into the wind
όταν τα αστέρια πέφτουν από τα μάτια μου,
κρατήστε γρήγορα ...
Δεν κάνουν μια ευχή.
γιατί είναι ένα φεγγάρι πλήρες, χωρίς υπόσχεση.
ένα όνειρο από το αλμυρό της θάλασσας
εισέρχεται εύφορη γη σας ζεμάτισμα τους σπόρους
του μεταμοσχευμένου ελπίδας
σε ένα δάκρυ
της μνήμης και της ελευθερίας.
when the stars fall from my eyes,
hold fast ... do not make a wish.
a full moon without promise.
a dream from the salty sea
entering your fertile land
scalding seed
transplanting hope
a tear of
memory and freedom.
κρατήστε γρήγορα ...
Δεν κάνουν μια ευχή.
γιατί είναι ένα φεγγάρι πλήρες, χωρίς υπόσχεση.
ένα όνειρο από το αλμυρό της θάλασσας
εισέρχεται εύφορη γη σας ζεμάτισμα τους σπόρους
του μεταμοσχευμένου ελπίδας
σε ένα δάκρυ
της μνήμης και της ελευθερίας.
when the stars fall from my eyes,
hold fast ... do not make a wish.
a full moon without promise.
a dream from the salty sea
entering your fertile land
scalding seed
transplanting hope
a tear of
memory and freedom.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
fuck the weird and give us a kiss.
sometimes stardust needs to be scattered.
don't fret,
you'll(only) miss my city saunter.
lawd knows how you love the sway
and the pollution and
the sweet sweat
dancing
amongst
my
hips.
i got out specially.
‘tits been so long-
so long darlin', that i had to cut my hair.
waiting,
waiting
always waiting.
up.
down.
or around the way.
wait on waiting.
meditate on motion.
no number.
no next on line.
wait-
useless and useful are nothing more than a game of letters
a correspondence consisting
of nothing
wondering and wandering?
this past fossil of us
frozen in fuscia ink
As distant as a faded Polaroid.
If you'd ever
find the time to prowl around
i've got things to show an eager mind
wrapped in the civil intercourse of discourse
without discord.
turn left,
then right,
and left again,
until the garden beckons and the words come to life
and fall upon you like a brick,
and curves in the road at a right angle are still magical.
the despised coaster is rattling on its tracks;
I've been given fair notice by the ticket taker.
soon the "all aboard " announcement will sound.
my sense and stability have been packed in a carpet bag and preemptively stored.
i've no other option than to climb aboard;
whistling
love, to you.
now heard unspoken
like a groove without a needle
skipping the time in-between
a sunrise
is not the only thing that relies on vermillion armor;
our overture, a gang of sustained anxious strings
frayed, without breaking.
The sister of Time,
(I have been)
the glue that binds
fractured,
(a destiny unfulfilled in a melody)
fractions upon fractions,
I am bound.
sometimes stardust needs to be scattered.
don't fret,
you'll(only) miss my city saunter.
lawd knows how you love the sway
and the pollution and
the sweet sweat
dancing
amongst
my
hips.
i got out specially.
‘tits been so long-
so long darlin', that i had to cut my hair.
waiting,
waiting
always waiting.
up.
down.
or around the way.
wait on waiting.
meditate on motion.
no number.
no next on line.
wait-
useless and useful are nothing more than a game of letters
a correspondence consisting
of nothing
wondering and wandering?
this past fossil of us
frozen in fuscia ink
As distant as a faded Polaroid.
If you'd ever
find the time to prowl around
i've got things to show an eager mind
wrapped in the civil intercourse of discourse
without discord.
turn left,
then right,
and left again,
until the garden beckons and the words come to life
and fall upon you like a brick,
and curves in the road at a right angle are still magical.
the despised coaster is rattling on its tracks;
I've been given fair notice by the ticket taker.
soon the "all aboard " announcement will sound.
my sense and stability have been packed in a carpet bag and preemptively stored.
i've no other option than to climb aboard;
whistling
love, to you.
now heard unspoken
like a groove without a needle
skipping the time in-between
a sunrise
is not the only thing that relies on vermillion armor;
our overture, a gang of sustained anxious strings
frayed, without breaking.
The sister of Time,
(I have been)
the glue that binds
fractured,
(a destiny unfulfilled in a melody)
fractions upon fractions,
I am bound.
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
navigating seasons and senses
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
the backlog, post writers block and fragments...or, ouch my brain just purged
*Spring/Summer*
1.
to unsex time
like the slow eruption of lovers
knitted in space
and tangledlimbs
languid
in the morning sun.
with diamonds for blankets
in the grass.
(with the memory of)
the other night.
laying in bed, below the crook of your arm.
looking up.
in that moment,
between awake and asleep
i cast practical mysticism aside.
believing completely i've looked upon you
in the moonlight
since learning to see.
2.
the river that loses its name when it joins the sea-
the kiss that is the doorway resting upon the threshold of truth;
opening to loves parlor and uncomfortable chairs.
3.
soil in my eyes
watering transplants with tears.
thinning seedlings is playing god.
4.
jostle jostle with a spoon
the sun on our backs and the moon on our faces.
i refuse to hold your hand as we sew
the seeds
of
forget-
me-
nots
amidst the fierce flames of spring.
when we lept like beasts
possessing the powers of a seas tempest
wearing a disguise of prettiness in the afternoon.
*seasons change before the calender exposes a new month*
4.
never
is how long i have not loved you.
thank you
is the preserves sealed, unspoken upon the shelf.
5.
the art of physical cartography
to the fingers learning the topography of a body
each breath
is a terrain altering
a f t e r s h o c k.
this is a moment
(tAkE hEeD)
this moment has edges.
unlike the sound of a pause
between
i love
and
you
falling into the space of an exhaling cushion
and the impossible dream;
daring to sleep among the waves.
6.
*obliquely*
dearest-
in the misty night, as the river rises i sit within a toes length of the tide.
my lips-the sweet of a fig.
tongue-the rancour of fernet.
(bitter)sweet life
and her toying juxtaposition
that holds hands with self imposed examinations
as autumn falls upon the horizon.
1.
to unsex time
like the slow eruption of lovers
knitted in space
and tangledlimbs
languid
in the morning sun.
with diamonds for blankets
in the grass.
(with the memory of)
the other night.
laying in bed, below the crook of your arm.
looking up.
in that moment,
between awake and asleep
i cast practical mysticism aside.
believing completely i've looked upon you
in the moonlight
since learning to see.
2.
the river that loses its name when it joins the sea-
the kiss that is the doorway resting upon the threshold of truth;
opening to loves parlor and uncomfortable chairs.
3.
soil in my eyes
watering transplants with tears.
thinning seedlings is playing god.
4.
jostle jostle with a spoon
the sun on our backs and the moon on our faces.
i refuse to hold your hand as we sew
the seeds
of
forget-
me-
nots
amidst the fierce flames of spring.
when we lept like beasts
possessing the powers of a seas tempest
wearing a disguise of prettiness in the afternoon.
*seasons change before the calender exposes a new month*
4.
never
is how long i have not loved you.
thank you
is the preserves sealed, unspoken upon the shelf.
5.
the art of physical cartography
to the fingers learning the topography of a body
each breath
is a terrain altering
a f t e r s h o c k.
this is a moment
(tAkE hEeD)
this moment has edges.
unlike the sound of a pause
between
i love
and
you
falling into the space of an exhaling cushion
and the impossible dream;
daring to sleep among the waves.
6.
*obliquely*
dearest-
in the misty night, as the river rises i sit within a toes length of the tide.
my lips-the sweet of a fig.
tongue-the rancour of fernet.
(bitter)sweet life
and her toying juxtaposition
that holds hands with self imposed examinations
as autumn falls upon the horizon.
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