May 2010
Pluto to Persephone, Daniel Williams
I know what it is you
want from me
but you see
I cannot give it
I am hell
and hell
is a nice place to visit
but when you want to leave
you want to leavewhen you speak to me
you converse with darkness
hold my hand
old bones rattle
when you kiss me
imagine kissing the skull of a saint
mouldering in a cave
large balloon of spirit
flown imagine taste of white bone
reposed in darknesssweet bursts of pomegranate
on your tongue
seeds bitter
with promises they have madethe longer you wait for me
the more the world suffers
Your Hand In Mine (Goodbye)
Explosions In The Sky
last may, you and me under the same blanket, the first bright nights, birds singing outside and all through the night explosions in the sky.
Your Hand in Mine (Goodbye), Explosions in the Sky, Friday Night Lights
Shorter than the original this version (as well as (with Strings)) is still just as touching. And maybe it’s just the title but this version seems much sadder than the original as well. Or maybe it’s just me
Lending Out Books, Hal Sirowitz
You’re always giving, my therapist said.
You have to learn how to take. Whenever
you meed a woman, the first thing you do
is lend her your books. You think she’ll
have to see you again in order to return them.
But what happens is, she doesn’t have the time
to read them, & she’s afraid if she sees you again
you’ll expect her to talk about them, & will
want to lend her even more. So she
cancels the date. You end up losing
a lot of books. You should borrow hers.
Poetry 365: Even There, Lyn Lifshin →
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it was December
and yes finally
you wanted me
we ran down the
slick narrow road
houses leaned
together the colors
wine and brown
remember the cracked
snow our scarves
floating getting
there out of
breath our
hair melting
boots clicked under
the door there
were quilts on the
sloped…
“There are still a few men who love desperately.”
—J.D. Salinger (via bunnymitford)
