from DEEP POCKET POEMS
SAY
Water in your
eyes tell
clean
tell, sad
long way
away.
Say, come
home
or bring
me.
Say, say
yes.
DEEP POCKET POEMS
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"DEEP POCKET" 4" x 4" book of 47 poems
it fits in your pocket and makes your pocket deep. |
SATURN We are not responsible |
We are ringed as the great jovian worlds are There is no scalpel for a life though |
from DEEP POCKET POEMS
GRAVITY IS BETTER THAN THIS POEM
Everything seems so close
but I can't get the distance out of my eyes
There are burning giraffe's in the background of some paintings
and other disturbing possibilities.
I look around me and it could happen
the insane beauty can be conveyed
without words.
It has happened when I have been walking down the street
and a clarity prevails illuminating how easy it is to be alive.
Out of every inlet in the city a sensation saturates me
a person playing cello
a girl on a stoop whispering a secret to another
a bicycle chiming its unchaining
a rug snapping shaked out five floors up
a hydrant emptying white noise river
a blind man's cane tapping eye along the sidewalk
a train mumbles underground
alarms repeating far away
slowly the garbage overflows every hollow throughout the afrternoon
every sound discernible.
I cry at the wonder then
gravity and the wind, they are invisible
but completely perceptible.
