Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Poem: Graz


                                   1

 

my sonslid

browner

than reptile


blood

does not nurse

 

saw his whiteeyes

 

as if slickedskin

                            had

fled 


                                  2

 

 the veins sit in our hands as if no

blood can move

 

heavy with sunlight

 

shadows move the path

perhaps they keep a scorecard

 

blood will not move hands will not

 

cry out

  

                                  3

 

the tall hill above the gray

crying beside a marker

with a nameless woman

 

                               in a fog

 

myolderson

 

saw me thoughabubble throughawind

on the tall hill above the gray lake

 

and the wind came down like stars

the wind surrounded me like stars

 

                                  4

 

the Father

 

               spok e my bro ke

                                            n

 

Dr. that

 

                       $3,000

 

                                         warzugross

 

           for the 100

                        burnd gms.

 

                        of my

 

                                  5

 

your sister was beaten

         at school yesterday

 

and you wantin

                          todefendher

 

to fleshover

     to defend

 

                                  6

 

sometimes I feel the wind against

physical as

 

wewrestlefor

               flesh

     dominion

 

falling grass is not fingers

nor the rub of dimension

 

shake my lost

son who

 

shakes me

 

                                  7

 

ran my hand over a

body dulled by sleep over

jeweled fingers swift arms

 

to catch the belly of rain

over stubblylegs  small toes

 

over the vine of lips

 

over all that is grown   all that

withers


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