Month: August 2003

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SILK FLOWERS (for Murat)

relics of the good

towers an elephant, hums

A being, once cre-

ated, never dies

a worm or exist a blush

Congenial Sage

celestial flame

vegetate and bloom Or wails,

the shivering weeds;

reanimates lips

The fair, the gay, the witty

atom torpid lies

enshrined in fragrant

lap decay, sublime instruc-

tion created change

baneful modest vale

noble in the gale produce

scorpions are Quick

From vile ashes Peep

quenched in youth of beasts of prey

undulating home

All that exist de-

cay, revive and change:

glittering insect

SILK FLOWERS (for Douglas)

thou rugged Pile! So

pure the sky, so quiet fond

humaniz’d Heart borne!

Hulk which labours blind

Hous’d in a dream, On tranquil

sunbeams given Form

Is to be pitied;

–yet wise and well; Well chosen

sweetest chronicle

Ah! THEN, if Poet’s

consecration pass’d away

thou hoary Pile! calm!

fancied mood, betray’d.

we suffer and we mourn. sleep

on a glassy sea

delusion swell thee

day! passionate Work! Friend! gleam,

who would have been Friend,

dismal shore. welcome

pageantry, heart, unfeeling

armour of old time,

trampling the fierce wind,

sky of bliss: Farewell, farewell

huge Castle, smiling

Innuendo Gem for Brenda Iijima

Letters and not balanced , not risk and just

bet it or sic or unhappy with

a three years

I felt my computer

addiction. had wondered if I will be happy about

ourselves if her smug little cheek.

I like to

do! list along the reason just

over again? I think

that is going to

share with figures. To counteract the Ask every

excuse my Gosh, so

used a person Your hair so long,

glad Dear Dr. Happy

the imperfections.

joy and foremost

I love feels like I

do to Paris on THE neighbor again .. which prompted

with figures. To be filled with

the dogs to

6th grade, I could get too

hard, you think the

reason for most of

unavailable men. by their medications, work,

with blank faces,

I am not bitter!

happy alwaysmybrotherandsisterskeeper

step toward an entire wall

in almost every action the egg?

But it is patient, love

You envy her,

year too, much to

think

that no doubt

I can argue the system, but she was enough

to put away, from Manischewitz

extra heavy

with this matter how

I know. you look

around at 23 devil,

He said in the trappings of her

tormenters are

not exactly suicidal but

you I

am 64 and the finer art

of issues aside and We were having relationships

Happy You well with your

response to say to begin with,

no record of a

relationship. with him. Using

people

Dear St. Theresa, not

bitter! happy Above is

this matter would or that

he/wanted something here too. I am a little

signs that sex to fight to me.

and feeling of almost

everything.

Home Sunday night

I discovered that little math. teacher,

in novels. I can take a living longer and

worry, about going back of toilet bowl

sanitation

thing that was never fails.

and I could tell

you have to

it will I have it.

is behind me Now I hope

you look

forward to get some learning deficits. Even in diversity.

If I have come up

that reason,

for that. men

Somehow I know how to bury my job, and

a mental choice to me

I remember what

ever knowing why. I did

I wanted to sex even

harder one is to be happy

your excuse in

ego I am DOING A

gregarious person not help the material. I

was next week.

Some instances, that

much. wiped his

eye.

I act now. I have a book

is overjoyed. at Stone Mountain. get too much,

as to happiness. By

Doctor suggested the best of messes in one

I was my reasons are

without even worship in fact,

he does a chemical imbalance,

is enhanced by

tuxedoed chauffeurs

I was

together you get

too much for gratification. Other people, who

worked to get too much Pocket

change, careers, go away.

I ruined the tunnel. I

must appreciate everything on. line

I am I am so many

people he judged me she

can YOU continue

the and they getting married

for friends.

but I feel about going crazy….

would be beyond my job dissatisfaction

is never fails. Spill her

yourself. by revealing who feels

as exemption from life obligations

make it comes

with their

life, unhappily.

Identify 50 different and politics of your

way. with people.

depend a rats ass

Always be losing it, suffering from

him, to allude me? several days like any financial risk,

in their , passions in a lot

of that. Laughter is

to wash your multimedia player would have more

important and angry. Then

life and there in

a 12 step toward

an instant, they say their sad,

tacky little pat on last one I

was.

would include Flying

Dreidels. Your tuchus. Your

response to love.

does not having

relationships concerning sex

even you are only

know you submit your wife jumped up in

you their

needs of the lack

of all over time. and deception.

I am actually looking

forward I am

curious as

you will ruin everything I had a good

about

the situation I think maybe

wrong. with or the

adaptations are a superior race back on. bad

days I can only ordered

it was advised

to drive

WITH me everywhere

now. from an

excerpt of the rhythm method. Despite trying

the tragedy of fights

that routine each other as spontaneously as though

the territory heather.

Lastly,

nothing despicable. It possible in

conversation and there Very

angry. Then would show off. of liver cancer and

issues here right When you can

do for sex. and if I want

to take advantage of an effort

for the conversation with a

lot of productive and most influential people who is

a lot of books on them,

I learned to

do list of proud

of people who was in the teen

and the leave too.

Have an illusion. This

confirms what they want. to

please or

feel dissatisfied, or will

exhale.

SILK FLOWERS (for Adeena)

trait’ress breast alone

thee fondly gaze–I’ve heard thee

sigh; O, form’d for love!

adhere with stubborn

philosophic friendship still

bid us feel can burn

indiff’rence repose.

thy vow; inspire fetters gaze

Vainly form’d to prove

emotion I thought

a dreary day, viler burn

seducing pride knows;

I’ve seen thee stubborn

gaze grov’ling love coldly charm

Life is a darksome

corrosive pleasure

you my friend alone enshrine

I thought some wayward

pleasing sorrow have

enjoy’d in a voice so sweet,

adhere then fear not

me O apathy

thy stoic’s task your features

wear. a dastard love

SILK FLOWERS (for Marianne)

whispers of conscience

caught faintly the permitted

heaps of miser Be

prodigal echo

expels from home! fell: ‘Twill not

soften the heart

seen in roam the wretch

allotted lightning Riddle

breath, instantly hear

But wo prop house ear

when soften seen asunder

shade confines of earth

monarchs are riven

heir. ‘Twas in heaven pronounced

acutely wish when

muttered hour Ah Nor

hoarded passion whirlwind be

sphere without hope dies

in shade let it rest

like a delicate flower

though deaf be the ear

Dear Happy,

It seems that when I get too close, get too comfortable, or love something, it goes away.  I don’t have friends, I just have people I know.  If I allow them to be friends then something will happen, they will move, they will go away some how, they will die.  It’s that way with every relationship I have, my husband, my children.

I am afraid if I love them too much, relax and let them near me, something will happen.  I can’t be responsible for that.  Maybe that’s why I want to pull away from here, every one is getting too close, it’s just a matter of time when it will all fall apart.

And I will be left, always left behind.  If the trumpet were to sound tomorrow, I would wake up alone in this place, not knowing why.  I think maybe this is my greatest fear, that I can never know the essence of love, because  if I tastes it’s beauty, the fruit will fall rotten from the trees.

Tell me, what is the essence of love? What does it feel like?  What is it like to relax and allow someone to love you, and to love some one back so completely?

If it is possible for any one to attain it, why does it seem to allude me?

SILK FLOWERS (for Andrea)

laugh disturbs the air.

The children leave their play bell

deep and balmy tink-

ling sleep diverts her

with his herd’s low scattered cot,

droning trump, gaudy

nonsense of the day

woebegone yet vacant robes,

with placid mien ear

streaming garters tree

lank rifted bed, cheek: curling

smoke, grey, Gambolling

old man’s wishful eye

in antic disproportion

leans, with slipshod dust

the younger race rain,

sadden supper as they smile,

fragments of their feast,

The silken-clad, who

china buttons, ruby neck-

lace cottage-door pack

shadows lengthen shrill-

voiced home-returning kine, Bawl

yet chides the bursting

SILK FLOWERS (for Dante)

gold. The slipp’ry verge

His conscious tail his joy Two

purred applause Betrayed

the snowy beard, stretched

one false step Demurest vies

What whisker heart gleam

velvet lake below.

Malignant Fate with looks in-

tent with caution bold

A glisters first your

undeceived, And heedless hearts

vain angel forms tide

ardent hapless tor-

toise coat His ears of male

hapless glut declared;

Eight times he tumbled

to fish? a lofty tabby

pensive Gazed Nor cruel

angel ne’er retrieved

his Presumptuous coat seen

richest purple tide

Where China’s gayest

cat’s averse to watry god,

he stretched, emerging