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Poems about death and dark love are listed on the index of poems

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hope and life

Wild spheres of atomic fire
Torn from a womb
Of infinite black;
Hot lava rock and gases
Repatterned into molecules
That breath and walk;
From a porridge of puny wriggling things,
Seeds of carbon grew and blossomed
Into self-reflective earthly beings,
Who addictively dive
Into themselves
Through imperfect microscopes--

I humble myself, it staggers mortal thought,
This unlikely idea born out of a cosmic dot.

And yet with barely
A twitch or pause
you soberly state,
As a fly deftly lands
On your rosy nose,
Bouncing particles
Can explain
It all.


poems of struggle

Three a.m. mind-skin ripped
Reek of over-ripened moon
Inversion of truth—

Dimensionless black mouths
In the rippling gauze
Of a lost bed in a lost room—
Horrid taste
Of eternal resurfacings—

A ferocious silence
Forces its tap root up through
Physics' false floor
Up heaving
Tons of old, used-up starlight—

She lies there in some kind
Of sleep
An alien presence
Under disintegrating sheets,
Her once familiar skin
Perhaps only the thin wrapping
Of an empty core—

Shuttering in my private void
I wait
For the anesthetic of daylight

poems of love

I have no patience for your fairy tales
Bogus wormholes
Supposed exits or invented terrors that lie beyond
Plain common sense—
You feel it, you insist,
Some omniscient eye
Haunting our humble passage.

The sky expands, the trees push a deft breeze out—
My skin a thin veneer
This life -- such evasive bits of twirling colored light
My reason melting just enough
I eat the hum of bees, the rattle of dragonfly wings
The thick slice of untampered sun—

The spider in its tapestry
Reads the changes
I lack the sense to digest—

A distant voice resurrects
This jagged, piecemeal world
Into expedient forms—
Parcels of tolerable truth
Oases of salvation
Sinkholes of silent hope,

I trace the hard won lines
Of her trusting face,
The memories suffered and embraced
Of love's story,
Her beguiling transformations
Skimming like swallows past my heart—
Mere transitory scintillations
Of the soft immaterial centre
I cannot hold.


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