I Am Struck
by Your Bullet
Oh God
The Self
(only its entirety)
blown out
You put me
at stake
shooting out my heart
I Am
your keen separation
oh God
I Am afraid
(of the black hole in my gullet, dark matters
of incoherent lust. it is your Love that drives me
to a sacrifice incomprehensible, like the spaces
between my teeth, or a second wind,
I Am Suffering)
when putting
Your Word
on trial
You are cold steel in my mouth
oh God
Monday, January 31, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
When Writing to Strangers
when writing to strangers,
I like to include my second name: Lorraine
which is a region of France
but even more importantly, contains that word: rain
secondly, I would include
my nickname: T
because you can start any word with T
Typhoon
Testicle
Tornado
my father's name was Theodore Wilson Shreffler the Third
I consider Three to be
part of my heritage
Three eggs in my breakfast burrito
Three tries for my driver's license
Three eulogies by Twenty-One
which you can divide by Three
and get my lucky number: Seven
my mother's name, which I don't remember
started with an S, like Storm
or September
or Spitting Image
they could have named me after her
but instead, I took after my father
who named me anyway
lastly, when writing to strangers
I would say my chosen name: Terra Firma
because Terra sounds like Theresa
and I am a piece of solid land
in the midst of Lorraine and Storm
I like to include my second name: Lorraine
which is a region of France
but even more importantly, contains that word: rain
secondly, I would include
my nickname: T
because you can start any word with T
Typhoon
Testicle
Tornado
my father's name was Theodore Wilson Shreffler the Third
I consider Three to be
part of my heritage
Three eggs in my breakfast burrito
Three tries for my driver's license
Three eulogies by Twenty-One
which you can divide by Three
and get my lucky number: Seven
my mother's name, which I don't remember
started with an S, like Storm
or September
or Spitting Image
they could have named me after her
but instead, I took after my father
who named me anyway
lastly, when writing to strangers
I would say my chosen name: Terra Firma
because Terra sounds like Theresa
and I am a piece of solid land
in the midst of Lorraine and Storm
Did she walk far enough?
perhaps farther
Did she stop to look
down the road
at distant burrows
she might find
the various ins and outs
many other ways
acorns under rocks
to teach the trees to grow
she hoped to find
Did she walk far enough?
already, a windblown leaf
an empty river
pulling on her sleave
leading down, down
perhaps farther
Did she stop to look
down the road
at distant burrows
she might find
the various ins and outs
many other ways
acorns under rocks
to teach the trees to grow
she hoped to find
Did she walk far enough?
already, a windblown leaf
an empty river
pulling on her sleave
leading down, down
Thursday, January 6, 2011
like a tattered rag, I shake it roundly
until unsatisfied, I drop the remains
and sit baldly, contemplating the heavy weave
until I might lift it to shake egain. Chewing consistantly
I have made no more progress on knowing answers
by seeking answers; perhaps I am on a better quest
for questions that might explain the unrest
of my tempered thoughts, which flip up and down
like a great switch, and when illuminated, seem
like a willful string untied.
until unsatisfied, I drop the remains
and sit baldly, contemplating the heavy weave
until I might lift it to shake egain. Chewing consistantly
I have made no more progress on knowing answers
by seeking answers; perhaps I am on a better quest
for questions that might explain the unrest
of my tempered thoughts, which flip up and down
like a great switch, and when illuminated, seem
like a willful string untied.
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