Two Poems
Lilian, Jean and Jesus Why did you let her jump? Wasn't she a wanderer too? Like you alone so long not on hot roads but in bedrooms stark with emptiness kitchens like lonely islands with so many dishes to do. Was she reaching? The way those frightened Jews reached emptiness yawning for meaning you gave them beatitudes what did you give my grandmother? You found us but she found a bottle full of pills and an endless sleep alone turning her back on your rough and weathered hand a holy communion deferred a strange solitude preferred ***The Green Dress Maybe it's the exploding outward of the invisible liquid pulse Maybe it's the hopeful radiating of joyous blush Maybe it's the way I fall into a vortex of endorphic maybes when I see the bulge of your lower lip, stretching, reaching into smile. The creative blast furnace of playful woman lust young chthonic desire and thrusting shoot of new growth is all you. So deeply awesome it is that I grow new shoots too and I feel the sap boil in my roots and my branches holding the sun the wind the rain everything that can't be contained by your amazing green dress. *** Order a collection of my poems if you want:
