Bumblebees
tumbling about
drunk on nectar
dropping from blossom to bud
crashing into bees and walls
zigzagging
into people
spring to summer
one great party
from dawn to dusk
Remember
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lacrimosa
it starts in the heart
and sweeps out in a wave,
up the larynx
into a mouth, wide open
a cry so loud
all who have eyes shed tears
and all who can see
weep
with anger
and anguish
for now
and again now
and again
now
and again now, now
now
there is no time
between the call
and response
there is no time
to wait
for now it is life or death:
the care of peace or the chaos of despair
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moment
century old pillars
curving to light
coffee wafting underneath
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words and water
on giving your
self
over
to the moment
dropping deep down
into that endless
ocean
splish-splash
no, I wasn’t taking a bath
and it’s Monday evening
a sudden rush of
words and water
rolling off the tips
of several tongues
I speak
to myself
and others
aloud
in the quiet
to the other
that insists, insists
me, moi
moi-même, I
ay, ay
the famous Greek
“outshouting seas”
and again
snatches
bites of words
maybe wisdom
drip-dropping
flip-flopping
hip-hopping
and there it goes
an entire video music awards
that shows
such roll of song
(it’s sad, isn’t it
how that space for music
no longer is a home of song)
anyway.
every way
time, space
written monuments to bad taste
that glue themselves to your memory
slipping out suddenly
in cravings for sticky-sweetness
whispered kisses, ma chèries
another time, really
leave me be
I need to write this
I need to see.
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