Monthly Archives: November 2011

Sonnet XXIII

All these things complicate the idea.
We have Disney World and the atom bomb.
What else do we need? Let terror twist the world!

“I’m not afraid of global warming
“or terrorists attacking
I refuse to get excited!

Don’t tell me a war story
about a landscape where nature dazzles
and history lingers.

I am currently suspicious of everyone.
I want to become myself.
I dream in future tense. I can see it

is guaranteed to look like the now,
just a little worse

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Sonnet XXI

Hello. It’s 5:33 p.m.
I know I smoke too often    I know
how I feel, tell me who I am and what
to do about it.           I know it is most simple

and difficult to speak. The rain is full of ghosts tonight
in the garden of earthly delights
out there in the dark. Put the book back
on the shelf. You must come

to me all golden and pale
like the dew and the air
Bring me back to a peach nobody  Now

in the plexus we are real
bomb children among the flowers Still
—all this wants to be loved

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Sonnet XX

Hello. It’s 10:27 a.m., November 14, 2011.
I feel about average. I know I smoke too often   Come
into the cool grey early morning   Autumn is wild
It’s easy to lose track                       This is not what I call you about.

We keep on keeping our distance             we’ve lost
our tradition.         We’ve forgot the feeling before
the utterance.            I hold these sonnets to be self-evident
or the simple awe that loneliness exists  There’s no way

of telling how long this will last    but
the work doubles over and we double over
I love you but it is difficult to stop

Writing          MAKE MY DREAM COME TRUE
in the space of a comma,     just tell me
where to stop

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Sonnet XIX

Fall’s here. I feel about average.
Wind. Cold. Rain. It’s November 13, 2011.

I reserved your name in the air, these poems, so I can feel
you in each moment where everything happens                         Today
is beautiful                . I love your skin

tormenting the structure of my silence
. I’ve been trying to
find a new mouth.            I misunderstand what I am

saying,            though not
to you                         such lines are
symbols of perception

I’m longing to see a single syllable leap off your tongue!
I will bring you yesterday and place
myself in your palms, in your mouth

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Sonnet XVIII

Hard for me to understand                         the body
and language,            war and maps.
A process of connecting signs
of the universe.         You
yourself a sign,                an element
along the margins    even when

 

I dream you             unraveling
early     morning
it becomes     something different             . Quiet
people are crazy in bed        she said

 

Today she’s in “love”           I dream
in future tense
I can see the past
I can feel the repetition

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Sonnet XVII

Hello, dear

it’s John. It’s November 7, 2011. 6:52 p.m.

Fall’s here. I feel about average      In Paris

when I needed help, I got propaganda.

 

I’ve been trying to find a new mouth

to say something significant

in the space of a comma    to focus on your body—

porous and woven—as a site

 

of wonder and impossibility.

You are as strange to me as a name.

I’m jealous of the syllables that leap off your tongue

 

all stretched out and lovely

O I’d love you as an apple loves teeth      Already

leaves are falling, music begins.

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Sonnet XVI

I dream in future tense,       I can see
the past,         I can feel
the repetition
in every moment where everything happens
in the space of a comma,
along the margins
outside, outside myself
There’s a world.          It’s 2 a.m.
The world’s all red wine and empty
I can see the whole room…
and there’s nobody in it! A phone rings.
Hello. This is the voice I speak to myself in.
I know what I sound like,
teach me how to sing

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