Sunday, July 18, 2010

i wrote a song called 'crystal tide.' it is available for painless download.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

For Shana

I arrived a flashing meteor
Hurled from my era of contradictions,

And laid in the grass something new. 
Let's dance then, I said, Make haste, 

Let's dance then, friend!
Burrs in our hair and sucking thorns 

We can dance for the season. 

And your eyes skimming sadness still
Keen remain lit,

As we awaken bruised from the half-forgotten nights
Of our whisky soaked masochism-soirees,

Wearing dresses made of drapes
With our bourbon stained cheeks.

Let's dance then, friend--
This jumble of loving and loathing, so cruel

This year of notable wildness and vice
Has given grey to my hair,

See it there? Let's dance then,
With our wounded selves let's make nice

Let's pull them sulking by the arms
Into the light

Brush the tangled hair from their eyes
And dance for the season. 

Thursday, July 8, 2010

two years

two years ago your hand still clutched your rosary
but it hadn't moved for days

two years ago i was such a fool 
thinking i knew everything

but my heart broke when you died
the saddest empty bell

i knew i'd miss you then
and see, i miss you still. 

ernestine batastini hummel
may 18th, 1918-- july 8th, 2008

Monday, July 5, 2010

"Sunlight pours into his Cairo room. His hand flabby over his Herodotus journal, all the tension in the rest of his body, so he writes words down wrong, the pen sprawling as if without spine. He can hardly write down the word sunlight. The words in love."

It is as we have all said;
Exchanging rivers. 

It is like this, he would say
(Almasy might say)

Capillaries like sprawling creeks
learning the name of each 

Beautiful branches gifted
Pulses in the tides of arteries

It is as we all understand;
Exchanging rivers. 


Saturday, July 3, 2010

I am peering through my lens; I have no other; I cannot help it.

I am feeling through my gauze; My senses bruised peach; Sweet.

I am tasting on my tongue an aged blood tinged liquor; The Bottle

Reads the year and states the name.

Through lowered eyes I can see my smile; The Blue on the roof.

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