08/06/2009

it’s a photograph of the perfect stranger who hasn’t been
the light after the tunnel after the lights
wearing an old clip, in black
from a sunday back then
folding the brown in amber
zipping the vest, riveting the jeans
stitching those shoes together
holding everything in place

it heats and simmers and cools
days condense on the outside and smudge on the inside
the dust cakes on and rinses off and
the wintery blanket spreads over, and the city freezes

the clouds go away again, the sun rolls up again
the snow melts up again
and on the crackling grass beneath, no photograph. but another spring

i steer eyes into corners, on sidewalk cracks
at my hands but not focused, away from all of them
conservation
i don’t know what to love in you
i might be a couple of years behind you

i’ll dress again, and i’ll lace up again
and button again, and shave face off again
i do anything i can do
i get up and do it again

convoyeur

August 6, 2009

You’re so talented.

i always wanna know what your entries like this are about, or who. pretty.

and now i know. 🙂 that was easy enough. it’s still pretty…only you mentioned snow and winter in there. (boo)

Shesolovely

August 7, 2009

Very nice

we still gotta go out for your birthday…that is, if you want to, of course.

Such subtle, yet striking imagery… The flow is perfect. Reading this is much like looking at a faded photograph. It leaves you with a sense of longing and nostalgia. You can feel the shadow of happier days creeping up slowly as you’re frozen in the moment…and with the blink of an eye, it’s all gone. *sad lil’ smile* Beautifully written, Mark. Truly. Thank you so much for sharing this with us. *HUGS* Take good care. Thank you for your notes…I’m sorry I’ve been so terrible at reading and noting myself. Life seems to be getting in the way of me living lately…but as long as there’s tomorrow, there’s hope. And things will get better. They always do. *soft smile* Hope you have a great weekend.

I’m only making this private because it seems awful to write the dumb note I’m about to write on such a pretty poetry entry. People are naming their kids Barack? haha I would never have even thought of that. I’ve read all his books, and all his friends and family call him Barry. Maybe that name could sweep the nation. But then people would spell it Berry. Or Bair-ee. Or Barey. Doesn’t that sound presidential? Barry Obama? Sounds like a plumber to me.

Speaking of Jorel, made me think…one of my kid’s middle names is Pandora, and she has a brother named Anakin. That’s the second Anakin I will know. I just don’t get it.