Poem-A-Day #92 : And I Can Say

And I Can Say

Above the bar - a sort of haze on the television
a sport with a ball -

I make the same joke I always do about sportsballs and no one laughs -

There is a slippery moment - when I think I am more in tune
with the people in the now - a sort of - haze envelopes me and
I can say the things I want to say -

Let's talk about being away from this room -

The lack of noise outside the cars on the road and the crickets in the grass -
it's a calming tone - we are told it is a calming tone - it is a calming tone -

You want me to be hysterical - depressive - to have razors against my flesh -

The sound of breathing - of thinking about a word for 'this is not sad'
that is also a word for 'the mist on a lake in California right before dawn' - it doesn't exist
it exists outside of this place - a sort of haze in the mind

Poem-A-Day #51 : The Broken Column of Light

The Broken Column of Light

The broken column of light across the bed

          across your face the look of warning

                    that this is the moment when –

I take off my clothes

I trace the perimeter of the lake

I walk into the water until it reaches my knees

At the end of everything – I don’t even

know when that is but it is

                    Here is the water lapping sunset

          the tide swallows the stones we placed

when we picked up the bones of trees and mice