Cherry

The First Day In The TB Sanatorium 1956

This is the first in a trilogy of poems about my days in the TB San' 1956

And I know if I do say "Black"

And I know if I do say "Black" It is eternal so Each yesterday evolves tomorrow Into a bleaker, weaker sorrow It is infernal woe These silences are thunder-hearted I cannot raise my lids

Just a Word...

Just a word Two Or a few Nothing further from intellect and emotion and HOWL They'll break your heart Shat-shattered, empty Little feeling Like the day in September

Gravity

Do you know how people say they wish they were in an alternate world? Then float...

Run Away With My Smashed Heart

Why is it that sometimes my heart is pulled from me? Without my consent, my happiness is drowned and my hope smashed.

What Is Love

What is love, but an everlasting ache For an unreachable heart? Oh why must I have been cursed With eyes that admire Only his; Lips that want no other sweet salt But his;
Cherry

Professor Jones Lectures on Death and Dying

There are many kinds of death and each one a child's. He quotes from Lucretius When death is, we are not at his right hand I drift through the last taboo unafraid of expiation.

Room 3: The Seagram murals

Faced up to these transgressed boundaries you ask which one I’m drawn to; easier to show than admit this makes my sinews querulous.
Cherry

Somewhere near the Maricopas: Elizabeth Lucas-Taylor Interview

Everyone is unique--even the stinkers you meet along the way...

Diamonds

I'm sat here waiting In the viscosity of time Just treading water No rhythm nor rhyme Picking up diamonds On a deserted island beach In case I get rescued In case there's a niche

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