2007For Emma, Forever Ago

I am my mother’s only one
it’s enough.

I wear my garment so it shows

now you know.

only love is all maroon
gluey feathers on a flume
sky is womb and she’s the moon

I am my mother on the wall, with us all.
I move in water, shore to shore;

nothing’s more.

only love is all maroon
lapping lakes like leery loons
leaving rope burns—
reddish ruse

only love is all maroon
gluey feathers on a flume
sky is womb and she’s the moon

sold my cold knot
a heavy stone
sold my red horse for a venture home
to vanish on the bow—
settling slow

fit it all, fit it in the doldrums
(or so the story goes)
color the era
film its historical

my mile could not
pump the plumb
in my arbor ‘till my ardor trumped every inner inertia
lump sum

all at once
rushing from the sub-pump
(or so the story goes)
balance we won’t know
we will see when it gets warm

come on skinny love just last the year
pour a little salt we were never here
my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer

I tell my love to wreck it all
cut out all the ropes and let me fall
my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
right in the moment this order’s tall

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
in the morning I’ll be with you
but it will be a different “kind”
I’ll be holding all the tickets
and you’ll be owning all the fines

come on skinny love what happened here
suckle on the hope in light brassiere
my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my
sullen load is full; so slow on the split

I told you to be patient
I told you to be fine
I told you to be balanced
I told you to be kind
now all your love is wasted?
then who the hell was I?
now I’m breaking at the britches
and at the end of all your lines
who will love you?
who will fight?
who will fall far behind?

someday my pain, someday my pain
will mark you.
harness your blame, harness your blame
and walk through.

with the wild wolves around you
in the morning, I’ll call you
send it farther on

solace my game, solace my game
it stars you
swing wide your crane, swing wide your crane
and run me through

and the story’s all over you
in the morning I’ll call you
can’t you find a clue when your eyes are all painted Sinatra blue

what might have been lost—
don’t bother me.

bike down... down to the downtown
down to the lockdown... boards, nails lie around

I crouch like a crow
contrasting the snow
for the agony, I’d rather know
cause blinded I am blindsided

peek in... into the peer in
I’m not really like this... I’m probably plight-less

I cup the window
I’m crippled and slow
for the agony
I’d rather know
cause blinded I am blindsided

would you really rush out for me now?

taught line... down to the shoreline
the end of a blood line... the moon is a cold light

there’s a pull to the flow
my feet melt the snow
for the irony, I’d rather know
cause blinded I was blindsided

cause blinded I was blindsided

cause blinded I was blindsided

I was full by your count
I was lost but your fool
was a long visit wrong?
say you are the only.

so many foreign worlds
(so relatively fucked)
so ready for us
so ready for us,
the creature fear

teased by your blouse
spit out by your mouth
I was loud by your lowered
seminary sold

tear on
tail on
take all on the wind on
soft bloody nose
sign another floor...

the so many territories
ready to reform
dont let it form us
dont let it form us
the creature fear
so did he foil ‘is own?
is he ready to reform?
so many torahs
so many for us
the creature fear

narrator:
(so apropos:
saw death on a sunny snow)

him:
“for every life...”

her:
“forgo the parable.”

him:
“seek the light.”

her:
“...my knees are cold.”

(running home, running home,
running home, running home...)

her:
“go find another lover;
to bring a... to string along!”

“with all your lies, you’re still very loveable.”

“I toured the light; so many foreign roads for Emma, forever ago.”

this my excavation and today is Kumran
everything that happens is from now on
this is pouring rain
this is paralyzed

I keep throwing it down two-hundred at a time
its hard to find it when you knew it
when your money’s gone and you’re drunk as hell

on your back with your racks
and the stacks as your load
in the back and the racks of the stacks are your load
in the back with your racks
and your un-stacking your load

I’ve been twisting to the sun I needed to replace
the fountain in the front yard is rusted out
all my love was down in a frozen ground

there’s a black crow sitting across from me;
his wirey legs are crossed
and he’s dangling my keys he even fakes a toss
whatever could it be that has brought me to this loss?

on your back with your racks
as the stacks as your load
in the back and the racks and the stacks of your load
in the back with your racks
and your un-stacking your load

this is not the sound of a new man
or crispy realization
it’s the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
your love will be
safe with me