Poem-A-Day #234 : Study

Study

Scent of old books and tobacco

The swell of viola in humidity

Here the blaze of copper - the pop of heavy fabrics

What ivory object falls from a shelf

Collapses - becomes an archetype of lines on carpet

Here is the form man and the form room

They are fighting for dominance of space

These objects want to divorce

Want to be only themselves and their shapes

The scent will leave will drift like a cloud of toxic gas

Poem-A-Day #218 : Help Eleanor Come Home

Help Eleanor Come Home

To name happiness is to dissipate it
make it so much smoke in so much humidity

The curl of your lip as you release the quietness inside
as you speak yourself into existence

It knows your name
and none of this is real convince yourself of this

You are the moving moment of real
you are here and here and here

The very air tastes of wine
it drains from the heavens into cups of amber

Into the hollows inside of eggs