Wednesday
30Apr2008
a lack
Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 09:25AM You call me brave.
Brave because I say what must be said.
You do not see that I fear it too -
that awful rejection; it could catch me easily on its spike,
Spring: coats are shed, women and men emerge in their light cotton clothes; the women in their strappy shoes and light spring dresses and the men in their seersucker and linen suits. See how we shoot admiring, side-long glances at each other.
Such fun to watch this dance; how we move and how we shoot sparks at each other like fireflies flashing in the evening.
Not every season is all joy, and i find Spring to be the hardest - many people do - surprisingly. Perhaps because the season itself can be isolating if you are alone and surrounded by the "in-love." All that "Lover's Spit" as one group sings. If you are among the in-love, beat a path down the broad city avenue with your headphones on or the sounds of the city all around you and know that Spring and love are "just like honey." Perhaps most important of all, and i say this at great risk of sounding utterly cliched, fall in love with yourself so that others may love you back. Learn to love that curve of your hip-switch, the fine-step of your ankle as you step off the curb, the sway of you breast as you beat a path down Madison, down West 11th and 6th, whereever you are, but know you Are That One and be It. When you know this, others will know it too.
And so the sap rises,
s.r.p., april-may, 2007
image: 'pure joy, s.r. on pogo stick' copyright, i.d. baker.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008 at 09:25AM Friday
20Apr2007
April 19th | do not look back (dedicated)
Friday, April 20, 2007 at 07:21AM Where were you on that day?
What form did her fall take?
A single drop, or a thousand herky-jerky volts.
I can feel you palpable panic. See you then –
Saturday
03Jun2006
as you watch
Saturday, June 3, 2006 at 12:06PM God, I am so tired of writing of wanting about you.
It is boring even me.
Did you know, it is tiring the way you stitch in and out of my dreams,
wending your way down the chalked alleyways of Israel, always a step ahead,
always calling my name, some game in which I am to pursue
Saturday
03Jun2006
at paragnon alone
Saturday, June 3, 2006 at 12:18PM Love, I cannot say that I am impartial.
I am not.
I think only of you and of your sweetened kisses,
Speaking of which, why are you not here to remind me!
Why I’ve forgotten all about taking my morning dose of honey!
Thursday
07Apr2005
because you are that one
Thursday, April 7, 2005 at 06:39PM I saw you there, like that in the early Spring light as the sun made it’s route, slightly different from yesterday’s, an nth
Wednesday
22Mar2006
boysenberries
Wednesday, March 22, 2006 at 03:35PM 
The branch is smooth. Worn from so many summers of my straddling,
shiny brown bark, thick enough but not uncomfortably so.
This is my apple tree: this is our orchard.
I wrap my legs about the knotted surface, holding myself there.
Monday
24Apr2006
cadence
Monday, April 24, 2006 at 04:04PM It is just a question of time before…
our cadence will meet as we walk fall into sync,
to pentameter, iambic (of course), before we
share the same scented tea from same pot (same kind)
Monday
04Apr2005
Calculus 101
Monday, April 4, 2005 at 08:39AM These lines, you say, they prevent you from acting. You dissimulate, a hidden desire, there at the cross of my
Monday
12Jun2006
Corner, Goodbye Kiss
Monday, June 12, 2006 at 09:01PM Soft, expected, unexpected.
For one half-tick, I thought you had forgotten; really.
That his presence had changed everything.
Saturday
20May2006
cumulo nimbus
Saturday, May 20, 2006 at 05:04PM You slip in and out of dreams. A marble gliding across a grate;
I can almost hear the pleasing clack of it remembered so well from childhood.
The slide of the swirling glass as it slid across the iron and landed where?
My side? And for keeps? For the moment would be fine…
Sunday
04Jun2006
delphic oracle
Sunday, June 4, 2006 at 02:24PM You:
You answer in riddles.
An oracle, Delphic.
I can see you on your three-legged tripod, Parnassus ,
in a cloud of smoke with your laurel at your side.
Wednesday
30Mar2005
did i ever lie to you?
Wednesday, March 30, 2005 at 02:01PM In a dark hour I saw it. You with you red-black eyes and slick black hair the scent of your skin, spiced and heady perfuming the space around us. It was then
Friday
02Jun2006
does it take a weatherman?
Friday, June 2, 2006 at 04:48PM It must be so easy being you..
To not have to worry who is hanging on the line,
who is out to dry, which way the wind blows, rain or snow –
does it take a weatherman? You tell me…
Thursday
31May2007
dying traveler | religion relieved - four words
Thursday, May 31, 2007 at 11:29AM
Just me, on the eve of the Ascension.
Such heights, such ecstasies these, could, would be.
This, after so many months of religion unrelieved.
The go-away closer; the volley in play.
Match Point Love.
Monday
11Apr2005
false idol | of other loves, strange bedfellows
Monday, April 11, 2005 at 03:34PM It is just another Spring day and you are gone and while I am sure I should miss you, I have to tell you that I don’t. Or I have but just a little. Not in the ways you would
Saturday
03Jun2006
fiendishly charmed
Saturday, June 3, 2006 at 12:29PM What in god’s name are they doing anyway!
See how she moves against the crab-apple bark
worn smooth now from so many years of this…
Tuesday
07Feb2006
From No to Yes
Tuesday, February 7, 2006 at 03:30PM Always you come at night.
Always soft and bearing roses
but never are they de-thorned.
They are redolent with sweetness,
those long-stemmed lovelies.
Thursday
22Mar2007
gooseturd green | two words
Thursday, March 22, 2007 at 11:04AM Gooseturd green. Not moss, not leaf,
instead the green left by the pond’s lifting geese
those graceful birds that break the spring settled pond-pollen glassine surface;
Wednesday
28Mar2007
idioms ~ french (coward)
Wednesday, March 28, 2007 at 07:32PM croix de bois, croix de fer, si jer meurs je vais en enfer - cross my heart and hope to die
Des clous – not likely
j’ai le fou rire – I have the giggles
Saturday
25Mar2006
If ~ Then
Saturday, March 25, 2006 at 12:54PM It is an If – Then equation… and you know it.
If we do, then there is the Then.
Necessary consequence of thought and feeling, anyway.