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A Cargo of Green Hearts
~POEMS~

2/24/2015

2/24/2015

 
when it hurts, hurts like 
the sound of a lost dog
in the valley of lost dogs
like the face of a doll in the 
valley of broken dolls, begin 
where shoulders meet ribs
reach back butterfly your width
expose the dark side
of your heart to the warm
footsteps of starlight
and then let fall the rest disassemble
all the moving pieces of your
awkwardness bare the square 
inch of self-hatred creched in your chin
the chip caught between collar 
and diaphragm the delicate 
screws of shame holding fast
the inner thigh let it all 
go fall screwlessly apart
& with the essential
of you unhinged at last 
will you realize the architect you 
imagined as yourself captain 
of this ship now as 
truly no more than the sound 
of the winds dancing?



2/18/2015

2/18/2015

 
     even when it is snowing
somewhere a spare patch of ground
     a shoot of green grass
a cherry blossom
     a bird that has forgotten south
your face turning toward me
     slightly.





Valentine's Day

2/13/2015

 
I wonder why we need 
this day this single red jot
when each day all day long
my heart bows like
an elephant to receive 
its riders when each day 
the sun burns burns 
burns its hydrogen rose for my 
face when each day the
mitochondria light
their tiny bonfires in
the smallest parts of me
and dance around them
like satyrs. if I am ever
emptied of kisses bury
me for I am dead. if my
hands fail to imagine 
run of jawline curve of hip if
my sundial eyes fail to track 
the angle of my longing
across this rich earth if I cease
planting flowers and lie
down in the wasteland
of giftshops in the valley
of busted sternums please
let me save a prayer one
frail poem a benediction to 
you who will arrive
and murder this foolish day
with a kiss that will not end.

Today

2/4/2015

 
I will wait for the morning
without my hat or socks
without one stitch of clothing
wearing nothing but 
my eyelids everything
in this day will be my friend
I will shake hands with
it all face-plant and 
soft-glide alike I will slide
into this world the
way a sick man slides into
a hot bath the way a bear
insinuates itself into a
forest the way lovers 
merge their
surrendered breath.


Snowman

2/4/2015

 
I'm a snowman its true 
the ice has crawled over my sleep
has wrestled my heart to 
the floor and massaged it
into a popsicle the carrot 
to replace my frostbitten nose 
my eyes always were
lumps of coal the hat--I have
no excuses for that hat 
now that I am only
allowed to move at night now
quietly I rearrange the furniture
of drifts lathe icicles out
of boredom summon the silence
that comes with blizzards
fuck with your travel plans
(heh. it's a job.) 
what I really desire
though will kill me all over again 
a warm kiss the equator of a bed
if you see my breath frosting
your window let me in
I will melt on your floor
slide under your pink hands
like holy water.

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