"and before I could remember
if I’d ever learned the Latin for what I
am his hand was gentle but adamant
on the nape of my neck, bringing my
eager mouth towards his."
"Our orbit is drunk in its spin, and sobriety comes
only in flashes. No one knows who we are.
We live in that freedom and peril.
Let the imagination be the beast it is
that eats and fattens on us.
But let us not believe a word it says."
"next time, i will dance with
you, Raymond, and we
will stomp our boots so
hard we'll create sparks that
rise to the heavens, that
call forth clouds and yellow
thunder"
"Nouns name the world, adjectives let you get hold of the name and keep it from flying all over your mind like a pre-Socratic explanation of the cosmos."
21/31: PINHOLE POETRY VOLUME TWO SELECTED edited by Erin Bedford (2024 Pinhole Poetry) https://tinyurl.com/bdzf56ax
"Oh, Sunday evenings: slabs of silence, loops of gloom; maybe
in lieu of this only happening to me, we could stare together
at the mute moon, channel the focused burn of the extraordinary?"
this is our life and the spin of the wheels is a wending wash of the long
distant road of brick and time and the way the sound catches the screen door,
sings itself to morning, brings the light and 30 seconds to sing a life"
14/31: AT MARSPORT DRUGSTORE by Al Purdy, with appreciation by Charles Bukowski (1977 The Paget Press) https://tinyurl.com/yn4navea
"the clown mask crumples in laughter
translated as disbelief in anything
including ourselves as children
we inherit the world and each other
and we must be grateful for everything
while there is time."
"I made you a mixed tape. I left it in your locker. I hid it in your shoe. I taped it to your door. I gift-wrapped it and put it in a gift bag, then left the gift bag on the subway."