Monday, May 16, 2011

This is just to say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold.


by William Carlos Williams

one of my favourite poems. always a delightful read for the little thief in me.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

bring it on

in a world where vengeance is our best friend
betrayal is a swell way of paying it forward.

caution II

don't read promises into my lips.

caution

i make promises i don't keep.

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

defected poem intact with title in disarray

a love that frees
is also a love that inevitably confines
is also a love that flees.

i wish for a love that binds
like the bending metal
of a ring that curls
and holds tight a finger on my hand.

so even when you're not around
i'll always feel held.

i haven't been held for five months
months that have stretched into infinite forevers
skin shriveling incurably.

silent corners of my body
are waiting to be heard
waiting
in quiet desperation
for some body
to return a greeting.

the love i desire to feel
is also a love that
disintegrates
before my eyes
before it earns the name
of love.

something along the lines of how
before it's birthed
it dies.

the love i remember
is also the love
i tried to make
both raw and overripe
and just as you'd expect from me
i took a bite.

ashes in my mouth
taste like a distant dream
of someone sleeping whom
i should not have woken.

eyes

when you touched her hand
the sun shone

in your eyes

in mine
you won't find
even the madness of
the moon

only tides.