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Poetry as History. History as Catharsis. Catharsis as Poetry.

Chapter and Worse

lazing through my summerrides
dreaming of Corvara and fear of my father
old faces composing and decomposing
pieces of lovers I knew or thought I did
pulling unthreaded at memories well-shined
waking in the heat unscheduled and divine
another chapter required if I have the leaves
my baggage unchecked and forgotten at the stile

debriefing

early signals at the promenade
sailboats in the sun
and a rainbow five, complete with magnetic attraction
late breakfast in the grand canyon
street corner kiss
soft and natural as a shepherd puppy
later signals at the promenade
willful intention and connection
brief baring of virtual scars
realization of a new inevitability
a promise

a finger tracing, rewriting history on my collarbone
two cats circling, surveying unfamiliar terrain

the last first train out of bay ridge
and september's here again, early
sylvian turns the stage over
to brand new heavies
gimme one of those, gimme one of those
a surprising c.f.w. for comparative purposes
dawn, rushing
slakes the night's thirst
while i cash my first paycheck
and wait for faxes from teatro di pompeo

Feerfall

We apparently will never get past tense
And now I drum my mind around the rim, around the rim
Indisciplined and tentative
Lost without my social-security common sense