The core
1.
Reopened wounds in an atmosphere of haste sorrows burn
Your sparks burn, sear with despair with pain
Extra sensitive– creaky machines, random noises, flutterings like melodies for you to hear
Like the melodies Schubert heard in such abundance before he died
A life viewed from inside seems a series of defeats— hard times
To the scrape of forks on metal plates to the sparks in his heart at night Inexhaustible melody
2.
Happiness gone it’s a band-aid over hurt this particular joy
No struggling man must, legally, dive into the pool and save a drowning child
There are no hidden messages In prison they don’t expect him to speak, think, or grasp
No drowning child must, legally, jump out of the pool to save a struggling man
Simplicity obscures things Fascists are simple Preconceived patterns chafe
What’s in plain view so hard to grasp Keep your word remember your promises
3.
I feed the wolf because the wolf is me No hidden messages, no
We’re not swans, you know wired to bond for life We don’t love like that
Our souls entwined for a time now my enemy, she was always my enemy
I look for the hidden the chimera the lost
Her life hard, brutish, cruel Today I’m her lifeline Tomorrow, nothing
Photographs would freeze time If you start making love to doorknobs, you’re too old and it’s time to die
-June 13, 2010-