Category: Poems (page 2)

We stand in a narrow, grubby yard,  circling slowly, facing each other,  in my raised hand a syringe.  That’s how it starts.  I’m little.  The one opposite is twice  as tall, and though he’s skinny he’s a man.  When it seems it’s all up,  out…

I.  You, who turn the Earth so it can  learn the sun’s heat, you are   acquainted with the stones’ grating song,   you also rub dignity into the spine    of the lolling, recumbent hills;  You, who with careful hands, stir up  the base of…

I haven’t got my own special mug, and even those I did once have,   like that mess tin dad bought after mum died, which has turned up again   from who knows where, they aren’t mine, they’ve all become Ildi’s   as well. The same way I don’t own…

Behind the corner, inside a house that looks like the bottom of a swimming pool, there is an attic where young communists go to kill time. Along the road to the house there is a hillside full of carnations and a sky full…

I have twelve kittens sitting around me,                               howling newborns, slimy                they color black and white pictures in their minds I like to think with my hands ten fingers ten toes twelve around me coloring the Truth dark green                               I…

The sun throwsyour features on the sand. What is leftswims.

grave ruin (pile of stones, a relic) the city opens up in front of me as I stand on the steps of the building where I’ve been sitting smoked my first cigarette of the day and had breakfast shouted recited poems written with blood they…

i am a butterfly and you caress my wings i know you mean well and you don’t understand that then I can no longer fly i am a butterfly and you caress my wings you shut me in a glass jar it breaks me to…

the final tears of paradise will form the boat where our gestures glide like happy cross-stitches you suture on the spot you are the first prints the animals have left and we’re left with a thousand ways of looking, avoiding traps making observations…