Showing posts with label hart crane. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hart crane. Show all posts

02 January 2012

bangbangbang
bangbangbang


   do you consider it
i think it’s your strength dear
this part
      in here

all the way
      up to tempo
   over the rhythm
he doesn’t really know
            how fast it’ll go

fear of rejection
      happy day
   of the
newest year

the arab league of autumn
      where courage sticks
    home is here

stop chasing other happys
      for people

stop

      bangbangbang

bangbangbang






19 September 2011

the depression is not significant


watching the light die
 listening to dogs fight
just north   of the good side
                                 of those tracks
where the cops walk fast
                                                   when they pass

you can see the station from here
                     if that lightens your fear
       or straightens her hair
                    when the first snow comes
stir            son

don’t have enough to pay the rent
                but the depression is not         significant
           ask her man      she’ll tell you that

we’ll wait for it
         want to know you haven’t ignored it
     her eyes say something like   hypocrite

                                or    predator
              they don’t say editor
and they damn sure ain’t keeping score

you can count
      one to four

      add it up
if you must

             the birds are singing
so it’s time to go to sleep
take the crosses from your hands
            and lay them at my feet

everything that you borrowed
            every little bit i stole
if the fan makes wind
            then time’s been told



16 September 2011

how to set fires with electric timers


how to set fires with electric timers


·      if a tree falls
·      eco terrorist movement
·      the fuck of it all
·      what can you do
·      what should you do
·      what will you do
·      we already lost
·      the bums lost
·      but i love the bums
·      the bums are the best
·      fuck all the rest
·      but
·      without the rest
·      who will run credit cards
·      and engineer hiking boots
·      who will love last
·      who will hide truth
·      which makes it so pretty
·      and rare to find
·      deep in the day
·      of dark the night
·      they count revolution
·      as too much for us
·      that we won’t get there
·      or go dust to dust
·      that comfort creed
·      creativity
·      is far too important
·      we’ll leave them with greed
·      and the power to makes us
·      all do the high step
·      from dawn to dawn
·      birth to death
·      and private rebellion
·      in apartments    in color
·      take out the fervent
·      need to discover
·      what really is best
·      for most things concerned
·      which lessons were missed
·      which ones got learned
·      the bell in my head
·      won’t stop going off
·      but decision fatigue
·      is slow now   and soft
·      and pretty girl’s smiles
·      are all i can dream of
·      even for a minute
·      a hurried look
·      and a hug
·      a worried look
·      and a shrug
·      to depart
·      no time to stop hearts
·      and no   it didn’t hurt
·      i trust you
·      the whole way
·      but that doesn’t mean
·      i can keep your schedule straight
·      you condescend
·      but waiting won’t matter
·      we’ll see in the end
·      watch small change ripple
·      like the sun over trees
·      learn the lessons of earth
·      in the lessons of need
·      take the time to decide
·      but then follow through
·      i would go it alone
·      were it not for you




09 September 2011

hartcrane to heart


i wouldn’t say drowning 
but you know
my father said
i was tired 
he must have
known
                                                                                          still
it was
tired
not sad
or upset

tired

and
i
was
tired

and sad and upset
like water
is wet
like night
 is dark
like time
just starts
tearing
apart
tearing
the
part that’s
s t a r i n g

the start

hartcrane to heart




04 September 2011

i can’t do anything with a box



requests are requirements
before retirement

they’re ready for you now
here it comes
second floor
what’s in the box

i can’t do anything with a box

what if i came to your house
to see what’s going on at home
          in the background

he didn’t say daddy loves you
             did he?

it’ll take a while
that’s for sure
i need to get all
the way to 118th street by the night before
tuesday could do something
if i just got enough sleep

never said anything of
         the sort
dreams don’t talk
not in hotels
and if you’re flying
you’re dying
 somebody told me that

     no
i am not
         the one

i’ll wait in blue chairs
near curly hair
sugar bear
      nobody’s gonna care
they just stare

the door makes noises
so i know when you come in
late

everybody’s good at something
me?
i'm good at doing what i’m told
            and not looking old




03 September 2011

i don't have the courage yet


unraveling

one by one you said
                                and
i think i know what you meant

i’m trying not to unravel and wishoping that if i do   it would at least be for atypical reasons but that’s only because i wishope that i am atypical

sometimes i am

sometimes
                 i’m not

cold fights hot  the day the driveway gets paved black and i sneak into the apartment like it’s some kind of attack leaving the peppers in the car  in a sack   
                             by the railroad tracks

the community that is growing is not what i wanted to plant nor is it what i want to harvest so i will leave it for other gardeners

and wonder how productive it is to take that hard look at the ones you’ve collected  start to draw comparisons    to make generalizations  
                          no matter how accurate
about them and yourself  


and i wonder why she felt the need to tell us she left it all on the shelf 
                                                it didn’t help

         you started to use the word  love

a few months back
it took me by surprise
felt unattached
but genuine
        and heartfelt
i keep it in my pocket
in case i need the help
                    i haven’t  yet

the transitions have us on moving trains
      yours northeast
mine in a circle around the easternmost point of the midwest

      well  
          a half circle  or 
a fingernail moon
from the east towns
to the deep blue
that's not quite dark enough
to make me sweat
       but is fast becoming
the part of myself
that is the first thing others notice
       upon introductions

i heard jack mack say the words
              ‘buffalo friends’
the first time recoiled
     but now understand
and wonder what it takes
to simply give in and
   find both feet planted
        in something you can defend
but   
i don't have the courage yet




15 August 2011

stop looking for the noose


i know i was
younger then
and that’s still
the plan
for as long as
i can

the scuff marks
on his floor
tell stories
that aren’t quite true
anymore

when you lose
the ability
to stand
look straight
hold still
reach for my hand

this is easily worth a dollar

one night
just a little while ago
i sang to the wind alone
tried to push the
song
to falsetto

there are no deserts in the midwest

i’ll tell him myself
once and for all
the right thing
is seldom
the thing that is done
the blue sky turns black

take off your shoes
stop looking for the noose
now is not a time
and the deal’s gone wrong
did you call
i’m not drunk enough to sleep


it made an impression
the applicable rate
leave a message
who does that
anymore

keep going
don’t stop
let’s not argue about it
i’m trying to get you out
                                    take me home
                                                take me home
                                    take me home





02 August 2011

we need the freckles
on the twenty third floor


once she’s gone
        she’s gone
no more asking for the straw
             the autopsy was brief and uninvolved  
all topics from the near wall
                     seemed a bit too tall
 to discuss    among those gathered close

         isolation breeds isolation
and only part of it is administration
         the talks are held up by greed and frustration
           and the gaps between differing ideas of what constitutes
                 repayment

the words find me
 i don’t look for them
       but i do know which ones to pick
   and which ones to leave lie   it takes little more than a lifetime to decide
       that yellow turned red    around eleven thirty   that night

she said she thought he died
       it made of fist of her insides

   now deprived of hope
and   home
     suddenly alone
the question comes

what’s the difference between comfortable and defensible

      my blood is thin
i spent most the month of july with a blanket ‘cross my knees
   while every other motherfucker was complaining about the heat

heat worth holding    
                                             trouble looks       interesting 

                   meant in both senses of the word 
                                    as if there are 
                                                      two
and two
                                                               alone

           let it ride   let it fly     i could use the shut-eye

                           i could use 
                                            the warmth
                 we need the freckles on the twenty third floor


The Company of Frans Banning Cocq and Willem van Ruytenburch  1642
by Rembrandt van Rijn  

22 July 2011

how soon is
never?


                                             how soon is never?
                  three hundred and fifty one days a year
                                             it's seventeen miles to buffalo
 bullet shot in d major
              the spinning sky
scared of the future
                  sick of the past

a ten twenty-two
          from me
to you

                lalomia
mixing wine and palestine

the misinformed leading the under-informed
                                             leading the oblivious

  the sun is rising     but not for you
you re-retreat to the greens and blues
            of the southern tier    where bad news
has trouble getting through

your whole life is an emergency
       maybe this is one of the whys

       and  the only thing you ever draw   is eyes
or good stick figures ready to fight
   the full passion of lantern light

                  but that’s what walls are for
                                  someone else    born to ignore


we slept in the same bed
                  just not at the same time
precious crime scene
        not especially clean     or mean
every piece stuck in between

         her    she stood right here
cried styrofoam tears
           for the poison that is years
the undeniable veneer

you see
it comes down to which criminals  we feel most comfortable with
the ones with the sneer or the ones with the lisp
          like the hem around a hanging tree
singing hymns    of suffering


 the legend can only grow if you are big enough to handle it

when i get tired i drop things
my keys
       my watch
        the ball
names of the almost famous
                  who forgot to tip
                     didn't know how  
                                         or why  

  i met him the one time
     but somewhere in the telling
it has turned into a lie
             because nobody smiled
 Photo by Patrick Riedy