Albert le Chat, Supervisor
Because it's late and I'm tired, I'm going for another Thirteen Start Lines from 13 Poems. These are from a journal spanning May 1997 - April 1998. A very rough time in my life. I hit my Saturn Return, got a divorce, and was diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis. There was a lot of death at that time (my grandmother, Allen Ginsberg, William Burroughs, Princess Diana...). It was also a very productive time for poetry. Go figure.
I was really into playing with FORMS at this time, so there were loads of sestinas, pantoums, acrostics, etc. in my journal. I don't do that so much any more, so it was a fun romp.
Again, let me know which poem you'd like me to share on Monday on the Poetry Train.
1) Era ghost penis, you are my undoing
2) It was a dream of complex characters
3) A boy growls and sticks his tongue into his girlfriend's mouth
4) The have of not having the
gift of simple time
5) The last thing I put on before I walked away
6) I didn't go home with you because I'm having
an identity crisis
7) If my head were any thicker
I'd be an ocean
8) Do ordinary gatherings differently,
detach any yanking subversiveness
9) Late up with moon and I know
your heart rests in sound deep slumber
10) Page boy & very maroon she says...
11) I have never held a more beautiful silence
than your breath - intake and rest
12) Dig in. Know what's inside.
Mediocrity is stopping at an invisible line.
13) And a final WHOLE poem, a haiku:
Depth - such hard embrace
under skin shudder, tongue spun
undoes all my done
Have a great weekend!