Poems
dusty drugs
and can we care for this nothingness
stretched skin taut between a million
kisses?
recorded nowhere is this careless bliss,
sufficient still the absence
we are, unregistered missives to Hell's heaven
forgotten fetching, the length we are
and worthy girth of man
reflected the stars
the memory that stands
meaning, unreasonable as torment and ecstasy
in its dreamless season
a god or an animal knows
and holds to its own
while everything dries to dust
under our fumbling fingers
and dries to dust and crumbles
like love.´, and dries to loveless dust
and loves us, drying dust
the loving drug, heaven below us,
Hell above
dead trees
the forest before us here and behind
time should always live this wilderness
forever, trees that remember unfeeling to die
together, their passing not to chairs and paper
but lying in the arms of each other, their brothers
slow-passing the surpassed sky and reverting
to the grave surface
that ants may take them then
and make them dust and toiling soil,
exigencies of nature's broken love;
man's mechanism
is not good enough for these
trees, their burgeoning lust
sinful as any drug
their memory
dust