Tuesday, February 19, 2008

If Be Low The (On Reading With Great Difficulty

..........

How might I
walk alone outside
the comfort of my
home
............if below the
impenetrable cover,
the deluge & hue
of dense water
from clouds that, at
least release
that rain that
drenches my un–
combed hair
yet it does not soak my
water resistant coat
that I wear.

Stepping out
too late I grabbed
in haste, a jacket
to brace myself,
to race the wind

Therefore,
.............the clouds
cover me with a form–
idable body of rain

They
hide the sun, irrecoverable

(to the eyes of someone
......common with bent spine
..........but not
.............to the common spine)

Though they do
still, I walk

with a hunch
from the weight
of the rain into the wind
it thrusts me backwards
fumbling with
my keys trying
to get to my car;

dropped. Lost
in the mud of an unkept
lawn. locked
out of my car

standing in the rain.
After Reading Difficultly

How might I
walk alone outside
the comfort of my
home
Below the
impenetrable cover,
the deluge and hue
of dense water
from clouds that, at
least release
rain drenching my
uncombed hair
yet not soaking
my
water resistant
jacket that I
wear. I do not
stand naked.
Only

vulnerable.
venerating.
impairing

my vision. the clouds
cover me with a form–
idable body of rain

though,
they never refrain to reveal
the sun light

Still, I walk
with a hunch
from the weight of the rain
into the wind fumbling
with my keys trying
to get to my car


Untilted

How irrevocably
written is a poem
once someone has
read it? How soon
can the words be
changed with conviction
by the poet; or for that matter
by the internal
audience;

The only farewell is
the one that comes
too late– :||

I bow to the ostentatious
applause

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Bravado

How irrevocably
written is a poem
once someone has
read it? How soon
can the words be
changed with conviction
by the poet; or for that matter
by the audience;

The only farewell is
the one that comes
too late– :||

I bow to the ostentatious
applause

Two Poems

Untitled 1

How irrevocably
written is a poem
once someone has
read it? How soon
can the words be
changed with conviction
by the poet; or for that matter
by the audience;

The only farewell is
the one that comes
too late–



Untitled 2

To keep on
writing
keeps
on writing
but only if
you let it
go–