select new poemshttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2009-01-25T05:18:53ZSquarespacehttp://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/6/2/falling-on-fifth-and-53rd.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-06-02T00:18:24Z2008-06-02T00:18:24Z

cement steps that lead up to the double oak doors
of St. Thomas Episcopal while I, the bird-ankle twist, am done for,
gob-smacked and walloped by fate, falling on the want]]>

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/4/11/the-other-hangman.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-04-11T15:41:02Z2008-04-11T15:41:02Z

Your suffocating, dark womb devoid of ripe fruit.
Black branches clackedy-clack your brittle gossip
Whore whore whore – I’ll slit your throat yet –
their bark black as an officer’s boot at Auschwitz.]]>

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/3/19/the-other-hangman.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-03-19T12:14:44Z2008-03-19T12:14:44Z

Your suffocating, dark womb devoid of ripe fruit.
Black branches clackedy-clack your brittle gossip
Whore whore whore – I’ll slit your throat yet –
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http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/3/4/automatic-writing-unedited.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-03-04T22:20:38Z2008-03-04T22:20:38Z

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/2/4/west-season-two-words.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-02-04T21:57:28Z2008-02-04T21:57:28Z

yet still the ride draws you electrically southbound, Medusa on rails.
Just this once you’d like to feel the laissez fair air of the other coast –
to be as pacific as the Pacific; specific in your desires and your wants.]]>

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/2/4/frequent-echo-two-words.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-02-04T21:54:21Z2008-02-04T21:54:21Z

some echo of what was, what cannot be.
I am here, no longer here. The waiting is over…
And although these comings may be frequent
you should know, they mean nothing anymore.]]>

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/2/2/access-denied.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-02-02T21:32:09Z2008-02-02T21:32:09Z

Or 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.]]>

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/1/31/blank.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-01-31T03:09:36Z2008-01-31T03:09:36Z

Where you ought be there is only emptiness
this and the howling pain of a sharp stone driven in again and again.
I stumble, I fall, I trip.]]>

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/1/31/conversion.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-01-31T02:16:17Z2008-01-31T02:16:17Z

You and your cheap redemption, salvation.
Why I even wore your light-sucking blacks –
my bat-wing cassock; me with my power of absolution and redemption.]]>

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/1/31/black-dream.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-01-31T02:13:55Z2008-01-31T02:13:55Z

They lead me nowhere through the deluge –
-    A widow lost in the city; an out of place orphan on the page.
One swipe of the red-pencil and I am erased.]]>

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/1/31/stone-madonna.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-01-31T02:13:10Z2008-01-31T02:13:10Z

carving each lithe limb as I limn this world and that,
existing after all for the count.]]>

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/1/31/the-blessing.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-01-31T02:09:53Z2008-01-31T02:09:53Z

your mouth to my mouth; you whisper
     dos gefelt mir – this pleases me.
The thousandth kiss of summer – bittersweet, too brief]]>

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2008/1/31/a-hard-rain.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2008-01-31T02:07:58Z2008-01-31T02:07:58Z

Makes of it a lens through which the world is a vivid, unclear watercolor.
Today the further shore is further.
I cannot see from here to there.]]>

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2007/12/28/mercury-opposition.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2007-12-28T18:10:14Z2007-12-28T18:10:14Z

It makes the seasons alarming flashing lights that
announce only the brief exchange of gifts.
Not the northern star’s bright silvered guide –]]>

http://tantmieux.squarespace.com/new-poems/2007/12/28/a-winters-tale.htmlsadi ranson-polizzotti2007-12-28T18:04:25Z2007-12-28T18:04:25Z

What to do about summer’s love undone.
Splitting laughter has turned to winter’s spitting wind.]]>