it does not age
the desire
to become alive
within the skillful dance
between two
pairs of lips
when I am 90
I shall die
of love
no
I will never
grow that old
love
will have me
before then
my chest
will softly explode
and fill
the whole world
I am slain
constantly
by mere twitches
in a woman's lip
a proud laugh
the light
in a mother's eyes
upon her child
it is astounding
I have come
this far
how I managed
to keep my soul
within my body
when it has never been
mine at all
instead belonging
to each woman
whose eyes close
when overcome
each woman
that carries the weight
of a thousand stories
in her eyes
each woman
whose chin lifts
in determination
I have known
since I was a child
I would forever
be living and dying
for the quickened pulse
of love in my lungs
I will love
from where I stand
I will love
from my knees
I will love
each time my eyes
open or close
at the beginning and end
of each day
I will not fight it
I cannot deny
this tightening
in my chest
is why I was born
I was put here
to love
with all of the miniature cells
of my body
my heart
only a mound of coals
shining brilliantly red
in the presence
of a woman
02/12/2018 AAW
Monday, February 12, 2018
Tuesday, February 6, 2018
precious metal
I returned my precious metal
to the earth from which it came
I left my ring on a stone
on the ice in a storm
in winter
2/6/2018 AAW
to the earth from which it came
I left my ring on a stone
on the ice in a storm
in winter
2/6/2018 AAW
Friday, February 2, 2018
due diligence
my poetry
will never be published
it's not
what they want
(the academia)
they want
grammar
they want me to make sense
they say
I owe
due diligence
and gently
with all obstinence
I disagree
my poetry
comes when it comes
growling its way out from my gut
without apology
purpose
or plan
these words
don't have a need for a home
they don't need an audience
they don't even need to be
any good
my poetry
is really just a tool
used to suck the poison from my blood
on a semi-regular basis
I mean
I could refrain
from using the word
Fuck so often
but you know
Fuck that
and I could
write about something else
besides women
but why should I
when I was a kid
and they asked me
what I wanted to be
when I grew up
I should have said
in love.
02/02/2018 AAW
will never be published
it's not
what they want
(the academia)
they want
grammar
they want me to make sense
they say
I owe
due diligence
and gently
with all obstinence
I disagree
my poetry
comes when it comes
growling its way out from my gut
without apology
purpose
or plan
these words
don't have a need for a home
they don't need an audience
they don't even need to be
any good
my poetry
is really just a tool
used to suck the poison from my blood
on a semi-regular basis
I mean
I could refrain
from using the word
Fuck so often
but you know
Fuck that
and I could
write about something else
besides women
but why should I
when I was a kid
and they asked me
what I wanted to be
when I grew up
I should have said
in love.
02/02/2018 AAW
Thursday, February 1, 2018
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