Imported Poems

received a
telegram today
i'm dying I need you to
hold me it read
i once stroked her back
kissed her skin,
smelled her earthy warm
bright scent
sunbeams would
dance around our love,
so bowed by her towering
majesty but
i can't do anything
but watch you die so why should
i go to you I say
i
put the telegram in a
chippendale
secretary
gram rolls down ...

We have set beneath this
Sun
She has planted flowers
For
The little ones
The memories
Of you and me and he and
We
We have left and gone
Beyond and our dear loved
Ones
Wait
Some will come to meet
Us and some we dream and
Yearn for still
We may again some brighter
Day reunite and still we
May
On the other side of this setting
Sun
...

i "heard" this one day. knew at the time that there's more, but so far haven't heard it. don't mind. don't find it very pleasant.



I sent 2000 children to
The Promised Land
Headed to Mecca with a
Gun in their hands

brush work.

spray-painted by the sun,
birds
sing and
dance.
records of migration are
embedded on brick -
a single sprig offering testament
throughout the seasons
that they were here.

the sprig is longer, reaching nearly to my bathroom window.
one day it will be a
branch.

the shadows will
sit on it again.

they will dance, they
will sing. ...

He's sweating I'm licking my thumb
Sucking on my fingers I can
Tell if I shut my eyes
It'll be all over
And class'll shut down,
Everyone at home studying
But us on the desk on the table on
The floor