unfathomable love

unfathomable love

like

a

struggling, perfect

tree

at

the depths of the ocean

filtering

salt

pierced through

layers

upon

layers of earth by

unfathomable

light

Reality, Regardless of Red Wet Rabbit Lipstick

it can take its dirt and swim in it
running in the winter is just as real
as swimming in the summer is just
as real as swimming in dirt and


running like a red wet rabbit in water
what no one understands is simply that
no one understands! easy. reality
or - splashing it with dirt - is helpful


ketchup doesn't eat French fries
(has it ever been seen?) dry,
weary eyes, watching clocks,
trying to take time on vacation


reality is what you make reality
regardless of red wet rabbit
vacations, reality is applied red
lipstick, but more secretive


repetitious usage of the word
"reality" is practically absurd

Memories of the Morning, New Jersey

The young girl in a note to me "You're so sweet
you're a girl." We both knew it was a complement.


The man opened the door for me
but I continued to the second door,
which I always use and I hoped
that he did not take it personally.


Before all of this
I was at my brother's two story home
It must have been Thanksgiving
and it was Morning
He called his wife downstairs
and invited her outside to see the
wild deer and horses running together
Two or three of the deer were completely
spring green and healthy, and one horse was
an indescribable red and it was vibrant
I see this from inside of the house
looking out of the window,
like a movie.


My last memory being at the supermarket
where I spent nearly a week's wages
and wearing my faded canary yellow New
Jersey shirt ('Casa Comida' in green,
'Mexican Restaurant
Wall, N.J.'
in black and supporting a colorful
parrot of red, orange, and blue, all
Mexican colors, but with NJ style)
The man with round, black sunglasses
in the next aisle, closer to the door,
asked if I was from Jersey, then asked if 
I had just visited, then said I should go
and that it was nothing like that
reality TV show. His wife agreed,
said something, and then they left.
My cashier said something about it
(NJ) being a giant landfill, but I think
that was meant to be perceived
as a joke. But I did not really 
perceive it as anything at all.


As far as the note, I cannot remember
what kind of note it was, or what the
meaning of it was, only the end. Whether
it was hand-written, or typed, or long or short,
all I remember is "You're so sweet
you're a girl." And we were both very happy.

The Wripples of My Pants, Universe, Subconscious, Bed

The wrinkles in my pants
are the endless ripples of the universe


bending with time and force
but never releasing my subconscious


wonders what is happening and
I myself shatter returning to the bed

Plastics & the Hierarchy of Acceptable Sleepy Sounds

I don't see why - after four silent years -
the brittle black plastic of my unplugged
and unused television croaks for attention;
there is no wind in you. The window rattles,
teaching reason and the hierarchy
of acceptable sleepy sounds to the
television and its pointlessly popping plastic.

Sight

It's a shame that your mood is dependent on someone
else. By dependent, we mean "ruined by the sight of,"
and by someone we mean your boyfriend. It's a shame,
and it only makes sense to you. He hasn't a clue.

charm

charming
like an apple
-twinkling apple-
it's charming
so unlike
smell-of-a-skunk
-you're charming, reader-


shy!
like charming under covers
less like an apple
more like a pear
to charm
to think of others:
treasure!

fAvorites

A HILL
      FRANK O'HARA


Yes, it's disgusting
when you lose
control, but my
wilderness is love


of a kind, no?
And the purity
of my confusion is
there, it's poetry


in love with you
along with me,
both of us love you
in the same "My!"


Yes, but don't be
scared; poetry
is intangible and
there's no purity


in me
outside of love,
which you can easily wreck
and I can lose.


Clouds pass in
my notorious eye
but you, through
all, I see.




POEM
      FRANK O'HARA


When your left arm twitches
it's like sunlight on sugar
to me and my tongue seeks
the sea of your skin, its oily
calm of green light on the floor
of the ocean
                     as in parting,
there's a flutter between us
while I haul down a flag and
you look absently out of
my heart so you won't see
what light one fears in the
sea that I don't want you
to know is of you in me

Now and Forever

by A. Ginsberg, 1992


I'll settle for Immortality-
Not thru the body
    Not thru the eyes
        Star-spangled high mountains
            waning moon over Aspen peaks
But thru words, thru the breath
        of long sentences
loves I have, heart beating
        still,
inspiration continuous, exhalation of
        cadenced affection
These immortal survive America,
            survive the fall of States
        Departure of my body,
            mouth dumb dust
This verse broadcasts desire,
            accomplishment of Desire
Now and forever boys can read
            girls dream, old men cry
Old women sigh
            youth still come.

stars

stars in your circulation
perfect
hm
passion
allusions of life
around you
aberration


still - 
love
and want enough to need
wont to live


"too kind" pity
my sourceless veins


bitter-free-impropriety


design butchering decisions
false skins unhinged
die with me




hm
wont to live
yet death seems promising
death with shoes, at least
life is love and absence death?


(when one realizes he is mostly meaningless yet still somehow loved
nothing changes)


still - 
love or life
why can't it be neither?
they both always interfere
interfering interjections
like the words
"die with me"
and "finish"


stars again
feelings aside
my feelings inside
are stars for stars
enough, yes
hope and agree.