broken poemshttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/broken-poems/en-US2008-11-23T16:40:56ZSquarespace Site Server v5.0.0 (http://www.squarespace.com/)the supplicant kneelshttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/broken-poems/2008/4/30/the-supplicant-kneels.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-04-30T14:30:49ZThe day funereal.

The heavy sky sees me elsewhere -

buried deep within the hospital's antiseptic bowels.

]]>unhallowed groundhttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/broken-poems/2008/3/28/unhallowed-ground.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-03-28T16:50:36ZNothing breaks this ice-cracked glass,
this pre-winter silence, unhallowed, frost-brown earth.]]>sous-silence, untranslatablehttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/broken-poems/2008/3/28/sous-silence-untranslatable.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-03-28T16:47:57ZA brief exhalation that pares the soft half-closed barrier of your lips.
I am the ever steady silence;
the fill the space where I once was; me your hungry ghost.]]>great holocausts of you | mona lisa smilehttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/broken-poems/2008/3/28/great-holocausts-of-you-mona-lisa-smile.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-03-28T16:46:57Zengraved in careful script with the word “Happy”.
I keep it in a silver butter-dish by my bedside;
a sacred object; a small piece of you.]]>special deliveryhttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/broken-poems/2008/3/18/special-delivery.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-03-18T13:11:15Zcry a sea in which we gladly drown.
How does a lover cry against a broken, falling, failing brick wall in the city…
A rushing by bicycle sweeps through the heart’s blood,
sending shrieking crimson drops into the air,]]>march letter... la belle et la betehttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/broken-poems/2008/3/4/march-letter-la-belle-et-la-bete.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-03-04T19:20:12ZForget what they taught or didn't teach you in school.

It is of no use here. It is me-you we-two alone and mute.

You always said you were La Bete and I La Belle ~

]]>the 5.58 p.m. train homehttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/broken-poems/2008/2/24/the-558-pm-train-home.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-02-24T22:36:05ZPoles flicker by easily as the late afternoon creeps in beneath the blinds
where I retreat in the after in the ictal in the inbetween - the thin place.
It’s twenty degrees and all I can see, think, is last summer.
Love, how we filled the moments with our nonsense non-love love.]]>moving the riverhttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/broken-poems/2008/2/24/moving-the-river.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-02-24T22:32:55ZIt simply passes by easily as if it had witnessed nothing.
Not I, it whispers. No lovers’ tales told:
It is your best-friend and ally –]]>crucifix avenuehttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/broken-poems/2008/2/4/crucifix-avenue.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-02-04T22:47:39Z    some ornate, tacky crucifix all shellacked gold.
Even Lenten draped, polished, robed,
It regarded me mockingly –]]>access deniedhttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/broken-poems/2008/2/4/access-denied.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-02-04T22:46:30ZOr do you still feel the bleed of the cut?
Blood rich-thick iron-rich; it will kill you in the end.
The end never does come tho; the future indefinite.]]>