this is one of life's biggest mystery- where this ever disappeared to
you were one of the best female poets and I told the publishers, editors, “ Her, print her, she’s mad but she’s magic, there’s no lie in her fire.” I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom, but that didn’t happen. - Charles Bukowski, from An Almost Made Up Poem
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
there's nothing to be afraid
of
departures
it is more of
after sharing the same space and expired air
hearing the same tictocs and heartbeats that assure
that hearts
and time are in sync,
that leaves everything else prior to that shattered
what is this strange swelling rising up in the throat
that feels
so so so
heavy
and missing is worse than hate
and missing is an emotion worse than
shame or guilt or embarrassment or failure
all these take a back seat when they take a back seat
and these words could simply be one of those things to look back on and think nothing of,
yet this is now
and terrible is the impending missing
To be able to want and have in a heartbeat
and for that to be normal and not a formal luxury
or something to have to hold out forever for
if that is too much to ask for
or if it is possible to ask for at all
of
departures
it is more of
after sharing the same space and expired air
hearing the same tictocs and heartbeats that assure
that hearts
and time are in sync,
that leaves everything else prior to that shattered
what is this strange swelling rising up in the throat
that feels
so so so
heavy
and missing is worse than hate
and missing is an emotion worse than
shame or guilt or embarrassment or failure
all these take a back seat when they take a back seat
and these words could simply be one of those things to look back on and think nothing of,
yet this is now
and terrible is the impending missing
To be able to want and have in a heartbeat
and for that to be normal and not a formal luxury
or something to have to hold out forever for
if that is too much to ask for
or if it is possible to ask for at all
I wish I had a You
with your expensive stiff collars in all colours and prints
and a metal spoon
a typhoon in your coffee
and a You who would never leave me
or would leave
only to return to me
and you would smoke with me on lonely afternoons
creating dreams out of smoke
creating dreams
of one who would never leave
except to chase after me
in these clouds of smoke we build the construction you love
scaffolding, bricks,
metal frames
that will hold up
these dreams of a You
hauling back to me
with your expensive stiff collars in all colours and prints
and a metal spoon
a typhoon in your coffee
and a You who would never leave me
or would leave
only to return to me
and you would smoke with me on lonely afternoons
creating dreams out of smoke
creating dreams
of one who would never leave
except to chase after me
in these clouds of smoke we build the construction you love
scaffolding, bricks,
metal frames
that will hold up
these dreams of a You
hauling back to me
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