Young girl singing stops what I’m doing
makes me pull the curtains apart
and think that there stands my sister
her daughter humming quietly
the way singing a melody can make her sad
she seems to enjoy her melancholy
the same tone over and over
leaves me standing thinking
there’s my daughter
and that is her life
humming by
On account of a new breeze in the air
the rain has evaporated
my hearing has left the right ear
ask a basic question
fail to notice when
a star turns into
trees outside my window
that rattle me from this irritating slumber
I’m right here I say
lying waiting
I always do
In her hair appeared ol’ Henry
and couldn’t help
that summer’s
downpour
equals any embrace
when hunting is fun
but killing is over
The time came and it let go
and it went!
out like a flush
the scalpneedles dropping
into silly thoughts
My moments
are alone
on early Saturday morns
The Heart one o six point two
undulates in a local café
over salty chips and beans and eggs
a headache and buses pushing by
From just behind the eye
swells a moment
of happiness
and circles for a while
I once overheard someone saying
write about what happens every day
and it seemed like good advice
and turned out to be
but only if the heart is in
then I heard someone say
try to be as obvious as you can
and I did
but it only made me
sad about the things that
are more
until one day I heard
nothing
and that’s when things
started to
work well
and I knew that
and it knew too
so I thought
what’s the matter with you?
and I picked up a book
and sat down and read
till I got tired
and went to bed
I dreamt I heard you and you
had a different name
although the same soreness
washed over the bed where I lay
Today while stretching
leaning over the flowers
five bumble bees were gathering
nectar I guess
these will surely fly into a dream
as well
The lamp behind the window
lights the glass
The trees that line
the street with hushing leaves
around me sat on a chair
waiting for a voice
to tick
like alarm-clocks
cheap and reliable
a movement in the air
makes the window rattle
sucks the curtain
out
and lets go again
to draw air
inside
again
The coat hangers dressed with shirts
form a queue in the closet
the coins in the jar
unpractical
but memorable
each with a year
on its side
The bed with a lump
of clean laundry
on
the only thing
apart from we
lately