Sunday, March 25, 2018

What do you make on your scale?

Hair falls, wrinkled forehead
I say it is the age
he says, don't compare
what do you make on your own scale,when you leave out grace?

Not for the play of a broken heart

Take a lover for the sake of play, a friend tells me using the verb take
I pause a minute to ask, how taking can lead to giving
when things arrive into your lap
how the verb take pertains to  denying someone else an opportunity
to taste the same graces received to you.
take a lover, the sentence strikes in the ear
I shake my head, for the second bit
how can I offer the energy I have to another without a heart?
to make use of the bridge of the body
for play, for a story. This is it, isn't it
we are at the age crucial enough,
we either want a love without restrictions
or complete freedom from love but a nagging when it goes missing
a relationship to freedom. We want that relation or total freedom
there's no in-between. The reason haunts me, for play
with a soft body prone to bruising
a softer heart that bumps itself negligently against a wall
what play? an act or an indentation to mask drama?
we know what we want, don't we
maybe this is the reason to how lovers use the verb take
with force of ripping apart from others, another; man, woman, boy
a chance at a play regardless of broken hearts.

The doe by the river

The gazelle has taken her neck down
ti drink from the river, preceded the sunlight
heart of doe, she became the light
when death tapped her heart

Thursday, March 22, 2018

a theater difference

There was a time when people got out of the theaters
having memorized the music, the lyrics,
that was before the theaters closed down
sealed with red wax.

the taxi tells me

This is what this modern city has become, he says bitterly
stones upon stones, like pillars made to make the city a space
but it is all built on our traditions and ancestors bones
just like this shifting culture we are making tells me again,
the taxi driver who picks me off the street.

This spring, something like love

Mason jars lit with candles
to make way for entry to the part area
only her heart is empty of love this spring.

waiting for news

waiting for news
is like exhausting time
for desperation to knock on your door