Wednesday, October 07, 2009
10 Years in Amsterdam
Three thousand mornings. Three thousand revolutions.
The faster you spin, the stiller the light.
After the storm, breakfast.
“Drink up. You need the vitamins”
This love is deep
shit.
I give her what she wants.
No-one gets hurt.
Friday, October 02, 2009
Song for a Neglected God
When God left the church
at five
He took his golden revolver
And headed
For the meadows
For target practice.
At about
ten, He headed home
to his wife
and children
passing
a row of willows
in his car.
Thursday, October 01, 2009
Preset Wash
Sharon, let go of the child. It’s finished. It’s really finished.
The mornings in the laundry, gone,
Piled-up and discarded, a thin film of softener
Inside the dispenser. Leave it! Let your heart stop. Let the pegs
snap and fly off the line when you pull at the clothes.
A funny, funny story but how does it end? It doesn’t, does it.
Behind the air a coolness that wasn’t there before. Just wasn’t.
Christ, not now. I haven’t had a good one. A thumping
good one, and then.
And then? OK.
