knowing is not enough…
My mouth is a fire escape.
The words coming out
don’t care that they are naked.
There is something burning in there.
— Andrea Gibson —
something of the miracle…
There is a wild thrashing in each of us.
We each are an untamed thrust.
sweet morsel, more…
You fill me with words I cannot say.
Spilling over, I bite my tongue
And tremble.
continuum…
There is no Space or Time
Only intensity,
And tame things
Have no immensity.
L
– Mina Loy –
L
butterflies and hurricanes…
a hard day’s night…
follow the light…
I have my version of this fancy.
It’s a poem of, oh, say sonnet-length;
it’s supple, undisrupted. It feels like this:
I close the door. (Behind it: gabble
and disjunction.) And I walk into the clear,
black night. I’m in a great arena. Nothing
can be seen – there may be nothing to be seen – except
of course for the ball on fire. That’s all I need.
That’s all: the darkness, and one burning sphere.
And I follow its light down the field.
-Albert Goldbarth –
like a button…
With each word your tenderness grows,
Tearing my fear apart
And that laugh that wrinkles your nose,
It touches my foolish heart.
– Frank Sinatra –
crash into me…
I’m bare boned and crazy for you
When you come crash
Into me, baby
And I come into you…
Oh I watch you there
Through the window
And I stare at you
You wear nothing but you
Wear it so well
Tied up and twisted
The way I’d like to be
For you, for me, come crash
Into me…
Oh sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock and sweet you roll…
I swear, friend, don’t you know
I’m bare boned and crazy for you
Oh when you come crash into me yeah…
Crash into me
Crash into me
Crash into me
Crash into me
Oh I wanna play with you
– Dave Matthews –