“Hat” self-portrait, ink, October 2012.
It’s poetry day every day, but it is nice to have a day to be aware of it. Every day is poetry day, but it is nice to be be aware of a day of it. I gift you two of my poems.
Melody disentangled herself from me
she kept her eyes closed and sat up
I heard (felt), the flip of the match
a tiny roar of friendly fire, effulgent
Close to her cigarette.
I hated it, the trepidation,
and I didn’t mention it.
Slid my hands around her waist
I clung on and smelled her
I wanted to pull her down
I wasn’t sure she’d accept it.
I disentangled myself from Melody
Kept my eyes opened and sunk back down, alone.
Lying down and looking up, eyes full of tormented sea
she observed me stretching out
in a hot release
the freedom these little deaths gave me
Implored a self, a jubilation
my first real breath
2. Out of the shop into the street, Toronto.
A quagmire of stilted traffic looms ahead;
Clouds of dreams in my tea cup.
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This tidbit of wisom from Daniel Cockrill on twitter:
Have a beautiful day.