"You are where my gaze begins to ache..." ~ Eugénio de Andrade

[a] The body, by weight of air held between our touching skins, recognizes the border of its need. The eye, given to dreaming in black and white, however, seeks the farthest blue immensity in your's.

[b] Rain this summer morning: these rusty walls, the endless black roads, sagging fences and wild weeds, roses in small window ledges all drink. The tongue, that mongrel of languages, however, lies curled up in its dark corner, unslaked.

[c] Music is heard in the stairwell, drumbeats like escaped convicts gallop from under closed doors. The heart too climbs its spiral stair. However, no one today, including myself, can bear to hear its erratic wail.

I wonder if that pool of rainwater embroidered by

foxtail, horse mane, wild garlic, burr, and barley,

by the highway tastes anything like the tang

I will soon feel in my mouth, holding her?

[A]

Parallels

Euclid’s Axiom:
	Parallel lines don’t 
             intersect 
      except at infinity.

False! False again!
	Soft kisses under  fall
	          foliage
	 remembered today tell 
	
Me, how we met impossibly once.
     Two parallel lines again
                        stretching
	into the blue infinities.
[B]

Unlangauged

I will become unlangauged
	     Like the birds
The insistent fluttering of 
	     whose wings
The  high pitch of  raucous
	    Bird love song
In sparse snow armored trees 
	  (You walk under)
And fill up the wintry silences
		Of my grief.
[C]

Black

Black: the color of soot
	ascendant of lights
		extinguished.
 
Black: the night I fight 
	   with puny fires
		raging tears.
 
Black: the color you liked to
	  wear; the antimony in
	       your unloving eyes 

Black: the blackness of this memory
	         I hold to write about
				Black
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2001:12:20 02:30 Atlanta

Wrote these poems, on an Ethanol high.


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