Through jade, the sun becomes
a prism of greens, some vivid
like absinthe, some blotched
like leaves awaiting autumn.
Lao Tzu says that words can never
convey the beauty of a tree;
to understand it, you must see it
with your own eyes.
- He makes me lie down
in green pastures
leads me beside still waters -
…and what about green tea?
the way it sparkles in my cup
as its warmth comes up to
touch my lips. My soul
is restored.
And this blade of grass I hold
between my fingers, so
delicate to touch, a phantom
limb of the whole earth.
Every thought is monochrome
or covered in mint,
endless and everywhere,
is the color of your eyes.
DQ 08/31/08
8/31/2008
8/20/2008
June 9th
I watched the narrow hallway
come to an end where the desk stood.
I was prepared: lessons were fresh,
I had learned from failures, felt sorrow,
and faced sickness. I had even loved.
I heard a woman struggle with pain.
I sat on the black chair across the desk.
This was my moment for honesty.
Time to be assertive, answer quickly,
impress, succeed, and move on.
…and why not? I earned it.
I heard a woman shout with pain.
He walked to the desk, sat on the big chair
across from me, and asked a question
I had never heard before.
I froze, forgot everything I knew.
No answer…couldn’t even recall my name.
A woman released a cry of pain, then grunted
three times as if to gather strength.
Someone hit me.
I cry. I cry. I cry.
I am being handed to her.
She smiles and for the first time,
holds me to her breast.
DQ 08/19/08
come to an end where the desk stood.
I was prepared: lessons were fresh,
I had learned from failures, felt sorrow,
and faced sickness. I had even loved.
I heard a woman struggle with pain.
I sat on the black chair across the desk.
This was my moment for honesty.
Time to be assertive, answer quickly,
impress, succeed, and move on.
…and why not? I earned it.
I heard a woman shout with pain.
He walked to the desk, sat on the big chair
across from me, and asked a question
I had never heard before.
I froze, forgot everything I knew.
No answer…couldn’t even recall my name.
A woman released a cry of pain, then grunted
three times as if to gather strength.
Someone hit me.
I cry. I cry. I cry.
I am being handed to her.
She smiles and for the first time,
holds me to her breast.
DQ 08/19/08
8/18/2008
Cygnus
She woke me in a different room. Walls
painted red, small circles of pearlized light
reflected by strands of shells.
We said nothing. I saw her face for a moment, before
all seams of the universe neatly
converged between her thighs. Sweet succubus
pheromones crossing the silence in
kaleidoscopes of jasmine and lavender.
Zeus once turned into a swan to love a woman
and changed the fate of Troy.
Are there forces that use dreams
to satisfy their thirst for love, their need for company…
or is it maybe our needs that
wills them through the darkened conduit?
Perhaps my mother knew.
For now, back in my room, there is only the early morning scent
of jasmine and lavender still stirring inside me.
DQ 08/18/08
painted red, small circles of pearlized light
reflected by strands of shells.
We said nothing. I saw her face for a moment, before
all seams of the universe neatly
converged between her thighs. Sweet succubus
pheromones crossing the silence in
kaleidoscopes of jasmine and lavender.
Zeus once turned into a swan to love a woman
and changed the fate of Troy.
Are there forces that use dreams
to satisfy their thirst for love, their need for company…
or is it maybe our needs that
wills them through the darkened conduit?
Perhaps my mother knew.
For now, back in my room, there is only the early morning scent
of jasmine and lavender still stirring inside me.
DQ 08/18/08
8/17/2008
Coins
The Cadillac driver
looks away and cringes.
Her body hung with icicles
like a slant roof
dripping freezing water
in the north pole.
Even so, she fights the solid flesh
turns to the radio, and thinks:
Let’s not make eye contact.
A few more steps he’ll go away.
Maybe the next guy
can help the homeless drunk.
The same look
again and again
behind every windshield.
They turn aside, check the dashboard gauges,
re-check the radio the station
and go on driving stiff,
without making eye contact.
Maybe the next guy…
each one is thinking.
They treat me as a disease.
What have I done, except
make a bet with my son
that I can give away a jar
of coins in half an hour.
All they have to do is take a handful.
Maybe the next guy…
Tomorrow my son will have twice as much
of the left-overs.
DQ
8/17/08
looks away and cringes.
Her body hung with icicles
like a slant roof
dripping freezing water
in the north pole.
Even so, she fights the solid flesh
turns to the radio, and thinks:
Let’s not make eye contact.
A few more steps he’ll go away.
Maybe the next guy
can help the homeless drunk.
The same look
again and again
behind every windshield.
They turn aside, check the dashboard gauges,
re-check the radio the station
and go on driving stiff,
without making eye contact.
Maybe the next guy…
each one is thinking.
They treat me as a disease.
What have I done, except
make a bet with my son
that I can give away a jar
of coins in half an hour.
All they have to do is take a handful.
Maybe the next guy…
Tomorrow my son will have twice as much
of the left-overs.
DQ
8/17/08
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