Tag Archives: Poems from Eyedark

Sauvage Shores

Posted on 05/03/2012 by

(For David Nagler) The long heavens The long exceptions Flowers in focus before the dark horizon The present that nothing could prevent As for my part… I stumble anytime I enter a room I trip over the change in light … Continue reading →

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Myself Left Over from Yesterday

Posted on 05/02/2012 by

I used to be in asbestos abatement, not a bad racket for a hologram to be in. Then, one day, the law enforcement came along and it was conscious love against the aging all over again. King David was quoted … Continue reading →

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[Borders from frogs rivers from frogs...]

Posted on 04/22/2012 by

Borders from frogs rivers from frogs Egypt from frogs… Do your hands take the place of frogs?

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Poem: Mid-Fantasy Frog

Posted on 04/20/2012 by

…so
glass eggs in a drifting landscape and I
are drawn by salt in
the mirror to a nurse in
tolerant white Continue reading →

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Poem: A God Who Is Still Making Up His Mind

Posted on 04/07/2012 by

A God who is still making up his mind buys a lot of mirrors is hoping for a snow day or at least some time to sit around and read. A God who is still making up his mind doesn’t … Continue reading →

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Eyedark… (a poem)

Posted on 11/19/2011 by

…so light is healing itself of the when in the well; In the well, Eyedark, a moon state of lunatic clear sounds, emerges.

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Poem: [Seeking an immediate response...]

Posted on 05/11/2011 by

Seeking an immediate response I tell her we are salted with fire. She said nothing all night… Then, because it was cold, I told her The police and slaves have made a fire Beneath the laurel tree. And it went … Continue reading →

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Existence

Posted on 03/28/2011 by

A small boy lies impaled on a wrought iron fence. This is no kind of dream. He knows he is there, he can feel it.

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Poem: Natural Order

Posted on 03/02/2011 by

Natural Order “Eternity is a terrible thought. I mean when is it all going to end?” – Tom Stoppard Then self-reflection was invented and eternity was the first spot on the map. For many, never ending offered a life’s work. … Continue reading →

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Poem: [We are a rebellious house...]

Posted on 05/06/2010 by

We are a rebellious house. Rebellion is in our blood. Not mad rebellion, But the kind that sits on a mountaintop.

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Poem: [He tasted the river...]

Posted on 10/20/2009 by

He tasted the river She brought to him. He was surrounded.

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[Unlatched night,]

Posted on 10/01/2009 by

Unlatched night, trembling eyes, flower turning:

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It’s the Suburban Landscape

Posted on 09/16/2009 by

You’re 9 years old, in the middle of nowhere and yet everything comes to you. You are not a murderer with a sawed-off shotgun, a week’s worth of 5:00 shadow, a hostage, and keys to an as yet to be … Continue reading →

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