Surreptitious Kissing – Denis Johnson

by Denis Johnson

I want to say that
forgiveness keeps on

dividing, that hope
gives issue to hope,

and more, but of course I
am saying what is

said when in this dark
hallway one encounters

you, and paws and
assaults you—love

affairs, fast lies—and you
say it back and we

blunder deeper, as would
any pair of loosed

marionettes, any couple
of cadavers cut lately

from the scaffold,
in the secluded hallways

of whatever is
holding us up now.

– See more Denis Johnson- Poets.org – Poetry, Poems, Bios & More http://ht.ly/rjzJW

aneurism

aneurism:

a sneak attack waits.
so why worry about a shattered heart ?
its likely the liver will kill me anyway,
perhaps an explosion in my brain
I’ll never see coming.

I never see the worst things coming,
but I’ve learned to keep my eyes on
disabled vehicles on the shoulder.

boom.

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dickjane

See Dick Run

See Dick Run

a twisted book,
from a twisted mind
that can conceive it…
me: telling the world
how to love easily,
more fearlessly
with every chapter added…
will not be written as memoir-
more likely fiction.
there will be no love poems.
narrative style for no-one.
with lots of pretty pictures.

pictures of Jane running.

see Dick run…

 

Wanda-Coleman

Farewell Poet Wanda Coleman – November 13, 1946-November 22, 2013

tobeamodernman:

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WANDA COLEMAN – you will be missed, farewell.
“Like Wallace Stegner, I am in the ‘universal’ tradition of writers who concern themselves with The Truth—never mi
Jack Varnell‘s insight:

Farewell Poet Wanda Coleman – November 13, 1946-November 22, 2013 – #LosAngeles #Poetry http://ht.ly/r7HHv  @yvonnedelavega

 

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Bleeding Out – Chapter I

Luna_Peeks_Through_A_Technicolor_Fog -- Bleeding Out - Chapter I

Constantly asking
what is my purpose,
why I didn’t die
has made me who I am.

Then you.

Theoretically proficient ,
in practice beautifully flawed
I only wanted to know more
about how to love you.

The reason.
The mission.
I have been waiting
to be called to.

No secrets or lies
in the passion spoken
from our hearts,
while looking
into each others eyes.

Conquering my impatience,
I did everything you asked,
more than you knew
more than you knew you wanted.

You cannot imagine
how difficult it can be
to let your loved one race
headlong into a trap,
you’ve already escaped.

One set only by fear
designed to hold them in
discontent
limbo
paralysis

But they must.

If only you knew…

The things you
came to me longing for,
the things that go away
with time for most
were no issue for us.

Until …

your fear walls got too high.
Sin is to allow
the wreckage of our past
block us from the
beautiful future of love
Some God laid at our feet.

You know timing is everything
and the one thing
we cannot control.

So we try
with notebooks,
memories and ghosts

to stay reminded,
and to avoid creating
new memories.

We can’t even handle
the ones we have.

Opportunity presented
needs to be seized.

The brass ring
passed us once.

Most never get
a second chance
to do it right.

The work ahead
to maintain that gift
is minimal.

Just love.

No fight,
just maintenance
in the form of
loving each other
better…more.

We…brought together
twice by fate,
abundant evidence
for doubters like us
that the lies
we tell ourselves are…
lies,

Lies like
“the timing isn’t right”,
“I need to focus on me.”
or “I’m just not ready”

Textbook safety blankets hiding fear.
Psychological wrapping paper
to hide a lack of faith,
in ourselves,
in the world,
in Love.
Apparently
the universe disagrees,
because here we are.

The greatest rewards
come from not pursuing
what we think we want or need,
but from doing what is unfamiliar,
difficult, or what we think
we are not ready for.

Believe me.
I’ve tested this theory.

As ultimately selfish human beings
we spend so much time trying to
fill holes in our lives by “getting.”

It’s never enough.

We become insane enough
to not see the love and happiness
in front of us is about “giving.”

The love we crave requires sacrifice
and the rewards infinitely greater
than we can see in our insanity.

It’s about satiety
sanity enough
to differentiate
the true from the false

its about the insanity enough
to roll the dice, take a chance,
leap based on faith
accepting the universe’s timing,
by not trying to change it.

Why does our baggage
make all things beautiful
into something so beautifully sad?

We do not need baggage
if comfortable where we are.

It is baggage that weighs me down
like lies to keep me from seeing truth.
To jettison it takes willingness, work, and faith
and I’m doubting and lazy…
because I am a slave to the baggage.

Show me a world where
health,
property,
prestige
and prosperity
are guaranteed.

One with Love guaranteed

Unlike the others,
love is a divine gift.
Love heals,
and can only be
nurtured, or quieted,
killed but not created.

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