shine on motherfuckers, shine on.
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September 20, 2011
NC
Holiday Inn
lights steady, turned on
at next doors busy restaurant
making midnight an artificial dawn
transients sleeping or trying
back turned while
we, looking out hotel window,
eyes wide
in uncomfortable bed
used by thousands.
N.C. 4-30-2011
– Hoc Scripsi
September 17, 2011
thinking of Micael
– For MC
make no monument to this body,
let the rivers and roads winding on maps
and fields flowing into one another
from the birds view of a plane
serve as testament.
May there be no wall of remembrance
where people touch hands for famous photographs.
what a landscape of crows couldn’t bring into thought
make no admonition,
no stone effigy.
have no moment of whispering
but shout, shout, shout out
your poetry, fill empty halls
and capital domes. dance, alone
or together, naked in halls and alleyways.
ride your full moon lunacy
down one way streets and secret passageways.
eclipse your broken lifeline,
draw borders onto subway station walls –
trip to new york, Louisiana, Chicago and LA
rip your clothes off in stage lit drag shows,
ride the rays of the sun,
– Hoc Scripsi
September 16, 2011
Written in May last –
58
58°F
too cold to run naked down the street
waving arms and shouting
looking now, out the window,
bearded old lover.
glancing past the fallen leaves,
children’s play things
to lovers new, now forgotten
like metamorphosis read in early
collegiate days, studying the
swan and Leda,
before the tempest
searching back over the certain memories
when everyone drowned.
or further back to children poetry
in Sunday school where
first crushed on a thirty-year-old
unmarried virgin, venerean fantasies
not understood by the prodigious youth
that still caressed stuffed bears
and elephants with bells in the ear.
laying back, falling back
into cushioned chair under
lampshade stained with yellow light,
muted reminder,
long ago
put away like infirm aspirations.
– Hoc Scripsi
the platitudes of willful resemblance 