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it took you so long to realize
i had asked you a question
three hundred years and then some,
and i wonder how long
it will take before you
formulate an answer:
ten centuries or a second?
but after that, let us
seek our fortunes,
let us find the holy grail
in run-down taverns, let us
chat to old men who have
lived on mountains for
decades, let us lay with
strangers and one another,
let us see the sky in the
ocean and the ocean in lakes,
let us clothe ourselves in
silk and marvels.
come, let us
find ourselves in each
other.
i had asked you a question
three hundred years and then some,
and i wonder how long
it will take before you
formulate an answer:
ten centuries or a second?
but after that, let us
seek our fortunes,
let us find the holy grail
in run-down taverns, let us
chat to old men who have
lived on mountains for
decades, let us lay with
strangers and one another,
let us see the sky in the
ocean and the ocean in lakes,
let us clothe ourselves in
silk and marvels.
come, let us
find ourselves in each
other.
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Literature
Fading eyelashes
In his heart of hearts,
the husband knew she would always fear
the home,
would always fear
retiring from the desk in charge,
would always be
the nun who would excommunicate
all popes and priests,
-the heretical demons!-
who would grow up to gush
at her friends who married
blond, clear looking foreigners
-while she is stuck in her
cold too cold hot too hot
rainy too rainy country
He forgot to tell
his secretary
to not answer his
home phone
but at least he
lost himself in another city
in another job
other children
another time
unshackled of everything
unclouded of everything
perhaps he is lounging
in the mountains
with his new children
Literature
this is hospice
some of the most homely comfort
i've ever known,
i found in hollowed-out bones
and temples,
built from the sticks and stones that broke them.
our hearts beat like gravediggers knocking on tombstones and
i thought shovel-on-stone wouldn't
change me, but
at the end of the day it was just as
self-destructive as
i am.
and our teeth, they chatter like
rock drills
hammering against each other until
there's nothing left to prove and
all that's left is a powder residue on every bathtub rim
(the one in the sink is tinted red,
and that's how i learned how hard it is to
hide your mistakes).
i could never take it back.
the long nights and unintended wor
Literature
For --
Bloom, bloom, bloom,
by the window, by the sun,
by the cooling shade of soft green cedar,
bloom, bloom, bloom.
When the chrysanthemums baldly raises
its heavy head to the dim-lit skies,
or cicadas shrill in train-speed rhythm
buzz and rest their wings on your shivering thighs
do not fear the world, the strangeness of Nature,
do not flip your pale small eyelids and waver.
Whenever burly oaks grow, wild-strong branches wide,
and benign barley bend and bow in a smile;
No - this too high; No - this too low,
Bloom, bloom, bloom.
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