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Poem

pardon my bones
as they will pardon you
pardon my lumbering
as I would if gait
could excuse
as well as include
pardon my bones
they only ache
aloud for you

Sunday, October 15, 2006 |

To Have Caged

to have caged God
in His theorems

lust proving sense
sense proving existence

what was left for him
but to wander the valley

as an asthmatic
with no good breathing time

the free breath left
on a mesa yet feathered

only that would open him
as untheorized in that land

where a god roams free
and unhindered destroys all

but sense and a last sense
of what could abate lust

Thursday, October 12, 2006 |

In His Movement

in his movement away from material
he denied himself and became almost
silken and slipped beneath the known
shape of things instead of rising above
wafting among the clouds as a lone
parachutist detached from figures

hands joining away from the group
who will rise but sunken slid deeper
into himself until heart beats had
the muscle he'd so longed to deny
so longed to ignore yes
the heart moves to the material

he thought it matters

Thursday, October 12, 2006 |

The Reason He

the reason he was so undocumented
his parents disbelieved him (the cause

was lost (along with his early Brownie
snaps)) and being so unrelished

by aftermarket after-effects as 8mm
and pastels from the local boardwalk

he had to continue without sustenance
of Land Camera stylings otherwise events

delimited him and his parents' beliefs
circumscribed him and he was left

(the cause was lost (along with his class
pictures)) urbane but wrong

Thursday, October 12, 2006 |

Few Knew

few knew beauty is death
was not his theorem
nor had he bothered to prove
whether beauty had sense

without the lack of sense
implied his love of beauty
occurred absent beauty
time worn flowers pressed

in an old dictionary was near
beauty for him nearer
to death for others
since flowers must lose

their lives to enrich others
but few held him as a return
to a simpler god whose own
dictums seldom flowered

beautifully except in a field
of lilies where we are
not arrayed as one of these

Thursday, October 12, 2006 |

Gaius

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