The Right Column
Heart Thaws

Valley
Crawl Space
activity
They need a name
   They need a name
to call the tyrants
opposite tendency
to overlook the
certainty of space
being filled up with
nonsense.

No one could say what
form to use or how
to plug in the formulae
that would make the 
milk-blood flow, 
roses and opium.

How much water do you
need to put in the 
car to make sure it doesn't
over heat and melt down?

There were no people
sitting in chairs,
walking with their dogs,
tailoring their lives
to his delusions 
anymore.

It was a world of
false opposites
they don't give a sh_its
not even a little bits
up against a wall
there were roses growing
splattered with hope.

It was a word, a 
single word that 
was not said,
denied.

She had a sprig of grapes
they had seeds that she saved in a cup
and then planted
at the new place
she calls home, his house.

"I never wanted you to stay
not even for one day
now you live here more than me
and you tell me, go be free."

He ate the grape.
It wasn't an apple.
This is not a creation story.

It was far after,
very far after,
very very far after.

Memory of her is in the long ago.
The wine he drinks makes him come to know
regrets in life that give us pause
those mist shroud dreams we are hoping on.

Long after he'd missed her
and the long time of sorrow
he made wine from the vines
that  she had planted
wishing she'd return.

If I think to tell it
I can tell the story
of her return.

Should it be on the day he die?
Will that kind of story make
teenaged women cry?
Why be so sad in telling, oh why, oh  why.

Cue the sad songs
those linger on songs of long
long ago,
longing for the future to let you know.
Longing to say it out loud to your face.
knowing that truth doesn't need words to embrace.

April 17, 2010