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Northern Goddess

Night On The Island

All night I have slept with you

next to the sea, on the island.

Wild and sweet you were between pleasure an d sleep,

between fire and water.

Perhaps very late

our dreams joined

at the top or at the bottom,

Up above like branches moved by a common wind,

down below like red roots that touch.

Perhaps your dream

drifted from mine

and through the dark sea

was seeking me

as before,

when you did not yet exist,

when without sighting you

I sailed by your side,

and your eyes so ught

what now–

bread, wine, love, and anger–

I heap upon you

because you are the cup

that was waiting for the gifts of my life.

I have slept w ith you

all night long while

the dark earth spins

with the living and the dead,

and on waking sud denly

in the midst of the shadow

my arm encircled your waist.

Neither night nor sleep

could separate us.

I have slept with you

and on waking, your mouth,

come from your dream,

gave me the taste of earth,

of sea water, of seaweed,

of the depths of your life,

and I received your kiss

moistened by the dawn

as if it came to m e

from the sea that surrounds u s.

-Pablo Neruda

pickedupinapickup

Boston

Someone spoke of a bus.

I spoke as well, but without knowing any of it.

On the day of my arrival there were chariots,

and the coats of the homeless leaked down feathers through the streets.

It was confetti.

Traveled Miles

Filters

Cobwebs Grow

I've seen them with my eyes. The things I want. I want to need. They're needed, but become hang ups. So they get dusty.

En Ti La Tierra

Gold

Before living on a couch in a living room I lived in a room without a couch.

Maybe there were two rooms, but still there was no couch. While I lived there I took pictures.

One day a house got weather proofed from Obama's gold money.

I took pictures.

Now I wish my couch was weather proofed.

Weather is just the proof to my couch now.

Zapano

Following The Morning There Of After

The children were all very proud of their Playdough turkeys.

Before bath time they pranced through the house with nothing on but their bellies.

Clearing

Things happened this summer.

Now other things are happening.

Some say time goes on.

I say time doesn't care what we have to say about it.