i, who MADE
THE MOUNTAIN
bleeding into lakes
God, a prairie makes
fertile flush
rivers gush
and soon a mountain rises
bleeding into lakes
i, who MADE THE MOUNTAIN
Tag: poems
where do they go?
little luck
say you’re lucky
but
uncertainly
say you’re lost
but you love
enough,
enough to keep clean
the curtain
illusion, please comfort me,
satisfy everything,
i can live peacefully
if you curtain the window
that i had flung carelessly
on the day i was sure
that i had seen everything
plainly in front of me
heaven and hell were divided
unevenly
but there i saw certainty
standing across the street
crossing was heresy
‘if only’, i told myself,
‘i hadn’t seen anything.
the curtain i’d drawn
were a wall to stay stuck between’
sure, i’d lose purpose
and with it gain apathy
but apposed to uncertainty
purposeless living is
sort of like being free
where heaven and hell
are divided by you and me
forget me not
needs, a garden of needs
insecurities; the eaters
live with me among my weeds
or redefine my features
all i am is here with me
all my deeds and futures
forget me not i rose to plead
uproot my paths and futures
LA
1/3
flick another cigarette out of your window
like an ornament
the city, a prince,
detests and pretends and sighs
/this is what i am now isn’t it/
2/3
god, this is what i am now isn’t it
a boulevardier,
just another star in the sky,
i, this great city,
am a cactus planted in the median of an interstate
3/3
LA, a miracle
an oasis
a paradise lost
and rediscovered
LA, i need you
unreasonably
and now i feel lost
and undiscovered
photography by Sallie Harrison
CHRIST / brother
CHRIST / Christmas Songs
b r o t h e r
in your new shoes
you
practice singing songs
at the piano bench
she was with you
too
in her new shoes
and she sang along
Father, my dear
hear
blessings in a song
as they call your name
beckoning you near
here
keep them in your arms
and as i write a poem
i hear you sing
i hear you laugh
so i write it down
in my new shoes
in my own time
and if you hear me now
sing her a song
give Him your prayer
rest in His arms
blessings ………. no. 1
rest in my arms ………. no, 2
brother ………. no. 3
by the strand
homes,
sitting on the roof when i got to thinking
that places grow with me and make my meaning
a bear cub in the rough
truth,
carving out my frame, a sturdy vessel
my place is where you tame the waves i wrestle
when blessings aren’t enough
CHRIST / rest in my arms
CHRIST / Christmas Songs
r e s t i n m y a r m s
when the mood’s been set and your eyes
slowly drift toward rest beside
a candle flicks for a while
and it says,
you’re a masterpiece
blessings ………. no. 1
rest in my arms ………. no, 2
brother ………. no. 3
icarus
love me when i’m weak
talk to me or something
being is like breathing, and i’m heaving through the rhymes
reading written feelings didn’t satisfy my mind
and as i come undone
i’ve forgotten loving
lifeless definitions are the forrest i can’t pass
trees i built my life upon, i watch as they collapse
me
oh, icarus; my blood
do you carry something
