Love Poems

love poem

09.02.2005 Notes on the Fold

sitting in this hammock is a harmonica if you please get me a decanter

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Love Poem

01.26.2005 Milestones

We covered the field, one night happening stormy and suprisingly lit, with what you asked and I told you how something shimmers in terms of our walking into it, or walking itself, which is to luminous greenhouses. That sync, whether I weilded a dog and you a frondy sweeper or visa-versa, we were keeping in [...]

Tagged as: Diary Poems, Love Poems

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Break Day

12.01.2004 Rants

Got blood sluiced to my trousers and kiss him ends of genetic sequences like I was born this way. My body twisted together and my hair oh that’s the top of it. Made me promise not to fly out the faggoty window. One bum asking if I’m a priest the way I work my coat [...]

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Dialong

11.03.2004 Notes on the Fold

She is like plaque, that is what you say to her. Her face obscured; hair over her eyes and cheeks, her hands.  Yellow hair over the white cuffs she is wearing even to the bed. Her life is a mess and though plaque badly describes it, she understands what you mean. So go on. There [...]

Tagged as: For Paul, Love Poems

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wait

10.28.2004 Juvenilia

Go long you say while we lay in bed. Begging, in some sense, Things like our bed have hair— rolled into your fingers into a ball. We are classic. In some sense, naked. A bowl of fruit on the floor, torn tickets I jot things on, We listen to Dylan. Claudia’s pink jaw gleams, she [...]

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Primary Love Poem

10.26.2004 Notes on the Fold

I push my nose to your hand like a bud believing you are a caper, rock star, that you have circular glasses like Freud Derrida “dies” and you were by There flexes in the back room this dark under a dress we slap the cow with the back of a shoe, sleep on top of [...]

Tagged as: For Paul, Love Poems

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My handsome stranger

10.17.2004 Milestones

is oh, calling. Long lashes, wingtips, can I say it? That I’m bearly 24, there is a patient, there are seasons ripping into eachother, a cat on my foot, good cat, I have a secret in me it’s this right here. I talked to jimmy today about life in the general. It felt good to [...]

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Pantoun #1

03.02.2004 Forms

It’s Monday. Let’s go to Paris. My tongue Hands and Hair are Dying for Paris. Spread my Hands and Hair On the Bed Spread Me nearly Flat– Like a Map of the Bed (You tourist). Monsieur Flat– terer. Hand me the fleur. & Do Take that tour of yours to the Ground. My dumb tongue. [...]

Tagged as: For Matt, Love Poems, NP, Pantouns

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