“THOREAU KNOWS (The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation.) Making sense of things, Trying to track Nine pebbles of sadness To their source. Sly crows Stole them a mile back, But Thoreau knows I should walk anyway Under sun-coined trees Thick with wood-thrush song Till I reach undergrowth Dense and itchy with the past Till the air cools and I am near Enough to con crow talk Mouth fulls, stories dark.” SadnessForestThe PastCrowsThoreau Book:Reincarnation & Other Stimulants: Life, Death, & In-Between Poems Source: Reincarnation & Other Stimulants: Life, Death, & In-Between Poems
“To a Depressed Friend Sometimes, to make sure You're still here, Look up for cloud sustenance. Be sure they are Different from yesterday, From an hour ago, From when you were 15 And sky didn't matter Because only pretty girls did. Note how cumulus Will be looking down And naming what Kind of human you're Shaped like: mailman, Archaeologist, student of rain. On clear nights, rely on starlight. Pentacles. Pulses. Further proof of existence.” StarsFriendshipSkyDepressionClouds Book:Reincarnation & Other Stimulants: Life, Death, & In-Between Poems Source: Reincarnation & Other Stimulants: Life, Death, & In-Between Poems
“from THE PAUSE BETWEEN One day the dragonflies appear sudden as the sun. Speed and softness, they lash sky to air in silent seams. One's barred wings and abdomen are pressing to the warm dock's slats. Another lights on the Chekhov book you bought me, not realizing, like everything, it is a short story, too.” LoveAbsenceShort StoriesDocksChekhovDragonflies Book:Reincarnation & Other Stimulants: Life, Death, & In-Between Poems Source: Reincarnation & Other Stimulants: Life, Death, & In-Between Poems
“3:30 In the dark from over the water, a rooster celebrates my insomnia.” SleepInsomnia Book:The Indifferent World Source: The Indifferent World