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My heart beats --Hurry up please --It's time.
Time for a thousand inconsequential desiderata          (Now this is a distraction) Punting by on summer's high Rivers, drowning face-deep --too apprehensive to dive --too stubborn to swim aground
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The ocean is hidden from my view But it wafts through the air with the lightness of dew.
Dearest Poet,
thehologram:
those love poems
you keep hidden
from the world
in a dark drawer,
will be
the ones
to give you
immortality.
Everything is covered in dust.
The table. The sofa. The vanity.
And the old lady's face.
I do not sleep until the early hours of the morning, And I wake up each day without any warning From the keeper of time.
I escaped the keeper of time - wake up get up Clean up dress up step up - never lets up - I escaped him one day at the shore.
He was always pushing me from two steps behind. I slowed down because you swam through my mind, But the keeper of time was not pleased.
I took off my watch, to float with your ghost, And leaving it behind, escaped to the coast But he found me there alone.
His shackles compressed my wrists, his chains Multiplied heavy, the rusty rough links left stains On my dress and my skin.
Be banished! Be gone! I have no need of you here! But darling, my love, you need me, my dear. You are no love of mine, You keeper of time.
I dragged him with me while I swam in the sea With you in my thought - I pulled the chains taut And around our place I wound The fetters until he did not know better The present from our past ascent To this tower above the ocean.
My fetters slackened and I ran away to find You again aswim.
Was it Three hours I sank with you in the fathomless main? Was it Three days I bouyed along on the doldrumed deep? Was it Three weeks I waded in the surf unwilling to move?
I do not know, for time Could not keep me, And I move about In the one moment, In the many.
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Sorry Amy Winehouse broke your heart.
You broke mine.
I do not remember much from the last dream I had before I woke up, except that there was a large plant, and a huge windstorm, and water flying around everywhere like dust, and I was so angry that things were ruined. Everything was ruined and it was a personal offense.
The wind is impersonal.
The water is impersonal.
But I was angry with someone.
Dandelion
I hadn’t slept in my own house since the night you left. A few times, I came back to get things, as the heat wave released it’s ecstatic embrace on San Francisco and gave way to the empty gloom of peninsular July. Each time it was a quick in-and-out affair, my room left in its same way but ever so slightly changed. It was a week before I came back for more than 7 minutes. After our farewell, I tried to sleep but mostly wept. Sleep never quite follows whiskey, like a puppy just learning to be off-leash, and so I slept fitfully and slipped out quietly the next morning. I was housesitting and had to get over there before my parents came to get me. It was the Fourth of July, and of course, we had a family event. But even at my grandparents’ house, I only slept. I slept full nights, and took three hours naps in the daytime. I blamed the heat, even though I grew up in the desert, claiming I had acclimated to the particularly frigid microclimate of the Richmond district. When they brought me back into the city, they dropped me off, then went for lunch and to a museum. None of us really wanted to be with me. The rest of the week, I slept and read and slept and watched TV and slept. My housemates weren’t really sure where I had gone. I went to the employment agency, and went to pray at the shrine, and went to buy food. The weekend after you had left, I made it to the services because there was no one really to sing them, and I lent my weak and world-weary voice in praise. I finally went outside, and there was finally sunshine. Monday, I came home. I still had to take care of the cat at the other house, and I would be back there in a few days, but my cousin was in town. And why would I take my cousin to the other house, where I came face-to-face with and thrashed against and acquiesced to meaningless heartache? I miss you more than anything in the whole wide world right now. But soon, I won’t miss you so much. Soon, someday soon, maybe I might admit that I loved you and let it go, let every little thing go. Every hug, every look, every word, every adventure. I might just blow it all away, like a dandelion.
