A Pause

I wait. Nothing comes back from smoke lost among dust and dead ash
And wicker remains. Nothing full can lift normal breaks. This is not The Law.
I can wait.

Posted by Richard J.A. at 5:00:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

"I Am Death": He lies
Down on the bed and doors
Across his feet opened like feathers
Falling or that single last dance
A couple makes
When either one knows
Weather the other dies
By killing either himself
Or that one that pissed him
Off or by any other form
That involves knives and I
Am death but he refused
To know this and that
Is why he lays his head
Down and ignores the world.

Posted by Richard J.A. at 11:39:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

``````````````` and you got this gun scene right again, try again
once you come up with something different from falling tires
and dried-up dens trying to fit in on darkly arched arc ovens
with red hate-trace and tip-toed bullethole vests and sink
slowly into deep, soft sleeps and open and suture and close a set
of closed-eye openings and half- and whole-hearted pure
gunshot wounds````````````````

Posted by Richard J.A. at 9:36:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

I see you're doing the same things I've been doing the night after
I wounded a star and stabbed the rain dead. Dear, oh, dear keep on
Picking up things you only need. Ignore pillows. You will soften
Your head. Account. Not the numbers but the ways you can delete

The zeros between one and sixteen-fifty. I see
You are doing it now. I can not count how.

Posted by Richard J.A. at 8:34:00 PM | Permalink | Comments

Now not the past counts the days from where all things feel faith
Not nothing without trickles made from wood design fringes of earth
Not without drips blood forms through clots along wounds designed well
By not the wooden striped cross crossed over legs and wounds again

Can know where all this world's insurrectionists and thieves and traces
Can know their path into this world with insurrectionists turn condemned
And the condemned know nothing about the past counts of days where
Things turn to something sweet and stronger as blast but less great than rest.

Posted by Richard J.A. at 8:06:00 PM | Permalink | Comments