Against the will of others, I lean hard.
I lean hard against my door:
iron; reinforced; made for struggle.
Archives Poems
Pop, pop, booms, and shoulds
I hate a noisy holiday, especially July 4th with its pop, pop, booms the time of day when everything and everyone should be still…even though I don’t believe in “shoulds”.
Unquestioned
Sometimes when I’m on the floor, child’s pose,
I look under my bed at the empty untouched landscape,
exhale.
It doesn’t need to be filled.
If Only I Had the Chance
I would have been really good at love if only I had the chance.
Invincible
X: You’re not as invincible as you pretend to be.
Y: I’m not pretending.
X: You forget, I’ve seen you curled up in the darkest corners of your life.
The More Loving One by W.H. Auden
Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell,
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.
In a Name
My name means gift from god.
But how can I be a gift from a thing that doesn’t exist,
or from an idea I don’t believe in?
I suppose it’s the thought that counts.
Poverty of Compassion
When out in this city, or that one across the bay, I would often think, “These bloody homeless people everywhere all the time…”
Sometimes I still do.
Especially on the train when all I want is peace:
A Universe of Atoms . . . an Atom in the Universe by Richard Feyman
Stands at the sea . . . wonders at wondering . . . I . . . a universe of atoms . . . an atom in the universe.
Funeral Blues by W.H. Auden
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.