TRAVELERS IN EREWHON

August 23, 2019

You open your
Dress on the dusty
Bed where no one
Has slept for years
An owl moans on the roof
You say
My dear my
Dear
In the smoky light of the old
Oil lamp your shoulders
Belly breasts buttocks
Are all like peach blossoms
Huge stars far away far apart
Outside the cracked window pane
Immense immortal animals
Each one only an eye
Watch
You open your body
No end to the night
No end to the forest
House abandoned for a lifetime
In the forest in the night
No one will ever come
To the house
Alone
In the black world
In the country of eyes

Kenneth Rexrothe

Dark things

August 23, 2019

We love certain dark things
Secretly
In silence
Between the shadows and our souls –

coveted

August 23, 2019

everything was coveted
everything tempted:
what was not done, I dreamed of
and ardently wished
that dream to become reality –

Twin fears

August 23, 2019

When I write something there is always the fear it will happen, become a new reality. In the same way, if I love someone too much, too deeply, I fear losing them and that love. Yet despite these twin fears I cannot stop writing or loving – what does that say about me?

no return

August 23, 2019

There is a certain point from which there can be no return. That point has always been my ultimate goal –

In red

August 23, 2019

You were in red
You were running away wishing I could get to you.
I have not forgotten…