from CALLS
You never know the distances
love must travel
those who dare to speak of love
as if we all know what it means
yet must be told
over and over again
by voices plodding through time
soft as marimbas
in a beastless jungle
from CALLS
No punctuation darling
it’s so overdetermined,
nothing lost between the words
let them breathe themselves.
As in a chapel
no gap between the building and the cup,
you drink the architecture too,
from CALLS
is there life beyond oxygen?
seems such a simple thing to ask
the temples come crashing down
isn’t that what Samson was
a blind man’s question
that broke the building down,
say the word and the city falls.
You go to a surgeon to get something out
go to the movies when you haven’t seen enough
why do you write me the letter you do
if not for the only answer I ever have?
Write the words down and follow them home.
from CALLS
We live in the age of names —
sticks and stones will break our bones
and names will surely kill us
because there is no answer to a name,
it deals a fatal silence.
It says John.
But what about the word on the other side of a name
it names an action or a thing,
isn’t it fatal to say arise or a rose?
Thinking crash lands in a name —
but something slithers from the wreckage,
free from depiction, beyond the boundary,
a hint, a yen, a glint, a go.
And it begins to know.
from CALLS
Compliance is sensual,
it’s being with rivers
it’s riding time’s back
and being friendly with the night.
I hoped I was listening,
dawn a spasm of gentleness
pale through trees —
the witches have done their work again
and foiled the bosses a few more hours
look around, look all around
they whisper, watch us
rinse into the sky what is not color yet
watch and do nothing but be.
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