AND STILL THEY DO IT

How the empty seats of the theater
Clamour for an audience.
The immovable rocks are
Spewing forth their nonsense
So I’ll interpret.

They speak the silence between languages
Feel the sum’s warm knowledge.
You loved the fabric of this land.
Made your own cloth of light.
Wove the myths to hold beauty.
To hold love.

Have a bite of this pomegranate.
I have so many questions,
If I started to ask, I would
Also lie down forever
And still they do it.

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The list
Is too short and the dreams
Of disproportionate mother
Would agree, and the children
Are fighting again,
So that I will turn
From the window and look at them.

And there
I remember
Lunch and salad and the song
Of the cave
Comes back.

Sings straight up
From the floor
And I melt
Down to meet her
In the redness the spike.

I remember
From the waiting room.
Hear and I poured
The juice on the floor.

Sometimes sex is an excuse to touch.
I dip my lips in the multicolour
Wonder of your hair - here soft
Like under fur of kittens,
There like briars to my cheek.

My fingers probing feel
The softness of your skin
And we begin
And there is nowhere for me
To be but into you Into me.

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AND TO ACCEPT LOVE

We saw on a rock underneath a big tree
Dozens of crescents made the same way
To fight
And to win
And to accept treasure
And to accept love,
And to rule the hidden world of awesomeness
Like the handsome little asshole that he is.
Happens all the time, right
Thousands even our straw hats produced
A few as we moved them over the bare granite.

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AND YOU WANT TO SMILE

When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill
When funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile but you have to sigh.

When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest, if you must but don’t you quit
Life is queer with its twists and turns
As everyone of us sometimes learns
And many a failure turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow
Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.

And you never can tell how close you are.
It may be near when it seems so far
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit
It’s when things seem worst.