POETRY








some of our ghosts come along for the ride











                               
some of our ghosts come along for the ride

on a sailboat cross legged 
humming along to the ring of a call
from late last night
“so we could all hang out
they said,
“so we could play a game
they said 


there are a few things we have felt by now 
(such as)
one can have a landscape for a face
or rays for a head
or 
hunger for grace and glints of the dead  



rest the tips of your fingers in the speeding water

now you know: 
about contrast and seaweed
about mystery and kernels 
about tiny tidal waves 
about echoes and life jackets
about home 
about emptiness

such are
the things that we find out 
when one of our ghosts comes along for the ride




another day begins with a plea
begging for aid
some redemption,
some space 
--
to take off the helmet of muffled glass wool


a plant wiggles at me, mockingly
. a pause


i take up too many
of my own resources
bending left right and worrying
always about such tightened ties
on my soul’s blue and marked wrists


impossible now to go forth you say,
so it goes in the decaying day
when it starts with a whimper, 
a loose, gummy haze

impossible now to go forth
so pray



we lost track again; so the candle is crumbling
skinned down to the wick
eyes hot and glaring


go on against your will

go on for what it’s worth



thread me apart 
and simmer my loins 



until you make it there 

down to the core 
gnawed down to the bitter molten core


on the window, translucent stickers of a waking life (before they slip away)


to be a body in space

to walk along a melting bridge

to slide naked into the lake

to hum with one another’s edge




to hear the trees’ dissonant voices

to seek out nourishment afore the dance

to hold a hand a kite up high

to catch a gaze in glinting sand




to wait for heat to drop at dusk

to extend and stretch and find more ease

to animal around beyond the hours

to paint a picture of rising orbs




to share with you when you’re not there

to think the trick is upon us

to fall through layers of occult current

to watch a fire in the stone




to want a body in space

to feel the light show insecure

to taste the words of searing one

jouissance jouissance jouissance to have





nue par l’échelle
arrêter un temps
celui su par elle
trouvé dans un champs

par champs ouverts
il faut courir,

s'engouffrer
à perdre la voix 

la retrouver, pleurer, en jouir

jusqu’aux ors en flammes 
y mettre bas

frapper de bleu fantasme nos histoires caprices

émêchées,
bougie de cognac

lueur d’aube,
de sainteté