if you can do this:
...swarms/love/animal becoming/awe/let's build it
after ranier maria at cole cafe
Everywhere i look i've drawn spider webs
to catch beating hearts out of the air,
between all of our objects, eruptions
exceeding themselves as i had under
the lamplight and under the falling bells.
this parking meter, this tree, this table
this tire overflowing into space. No...
space is where i let my webs to catch
plane wrecks in mid-air. look the fly's
wound heart still beats. a tiny mouth
opens and closes.
Pigeons, walk with me into
the waves, this city doesn't want us, the
sky has other ideas. Your wheels turn
over our lives but has anyone ever seen,
and thanked you? even the lonely braced
upon the wind forgot your soul-gifts.
tender rooftops, won't you quiet down
and walk with me? i've got a cure for your
twisted foot and twisted wing. our
retreat will be majestic. we'll leave
little houses to mark the way home.
South into Jersey on I-95, rain and
windshield wipers and someone you love asleep
in the seat beside you, light on all sides
like teeth winking and that smell like baking
bread gone wrong, and you want
to die it's so beautiful-
you love the enormous trucks floating in spray
and the tall smokestacks rimmed with flame
and this hammering in your head,
this magnet drawing what's deepest
in you you can't name
except to know it's there.
.Joyce Carol Oates
Have you forgotten what we were like then
when we were still first rate
and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth
it's no use worrying about Time
but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves
and turned some sharp corners
the whole pasture looked like our meal
we didn't need speedometers
we could manage cocktails out of ice and water
I wouldn't want to be faster
or greener than now if you were with me O you
were the best of all my days
Poppies in October
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambukance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly-
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
i don't mean to
seem like i care
about material things
like a social stats
i just want 4 walls
and adobe slats
for my girls