Tag Archives: obsession
Take No Heroes Hotel
Everyone has reservations. A porch no one can describe wraps around its house—tightening, tightening. Hugs the footprint as a disciple of home is where you check in without a check-out time. Tin tile ceilings in the two-story lobby. A triangle … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems, Night Poems
Wonders
Reading done with mirrors is a backwards art I fear learning. When self-reflection becomes an obsession, it’s time to stop paying the electric bill. Time to flip all letters hanging in suspension.
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Eve of Dropping
How much time she can cram onto a single sheet of paper (without foldouts) will not exceed the days it takes for her to erase another ill-suited lover from her imaginary dance card. And the wiliest of the ill has … Continue reading
Filed under Overnight Poems
Eleven Cubed
Whoever erased all thoughts of him from my head while I slept last night will become the new mystery I expand into an obsession before snow falls on another civil twilight. Could be spitting out toothpicks for all I care.
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems, Overnight Poems
Glass Plan
To run a marathon, write a book, publish a poem, make love to a woman, join a commune, find a home, see the world, to call it a day is to spin my own epitaph on a 3 x 5 … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems, Overnight Poems
The Dead Can’t Hurt
No longer in the run around, she traipses across an invisible line between mentor and visitor, room and mask, smile and lie, tears and truth, lover and ghost. A new preoccupation might not be so kind.
Filed under Afternoon Poems, Overnight Poems
The Flats
If only you had come down that warm June night. To rescue her from his leaping kiss, from herself—you might have deflected the obsession from his visage to yours. Might have cherished her beautiful catastrophe longer than a summer’s breath. … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems, Overnight Poems
Earth by April in January
Poems get written today using the same object as those she created 30 years ago. Obsession of a fickle mind, so many others have been targeted in between. Some even still live. She’s becoming entangled in her homespun loop. Time … Continue reading
Filed under Morning Poems, Overnight Poems
Air Mail Through an Open Window
If I die tonight, will we become lovers by tomorrow evening? Civil twilight to entwine two severed spirits. Counting finally done. To drink or not, new wine or old—it won’t matter. That age gap sewn up once and for all. … Continue reading
Filed under Civil Twilight or Dawn Poems
Dead Man’s Hand
Then he drew a cloud to hold all the love letters I wrote to all those objects of my obsession. Before digital mapping the whereabouts of my heart, there was the weather and pleas for stamps.
Filed under Morning Poems
