Sun Coming In

the empty bed, there in the corner,

quilt falling over the edge

sun coming in through the eastern windows

catching on the gilded surfaces of gods whose names we know

it was a long night

it was a long winter and now spring

unfolds my life, death that much nearer and for what?

I watched you in sleep,

mouth slightly open

breathing evenly, left hand twitching now and then

you’ll finish even in your sleep, so start

and start again and start

All those frayed lines

left on tables, pinned to the wall,

scribbled on the sheet rock along the hall

those rough edges are intentional

for gods sake don’t smooth them out, all right?

the world does not need one more perfect man

one more couplet in perfect form

one more thought asphyxiated by propriety

Breathe, for gods sake. Cough.

use the back of your hand to wipe your mouth

and be ready for a kiss of the roughest kind

you call yourself a lover well let me say this:

god never edited the sky

Comments

[lekshe]

just at a time (again) when i think my writing is the worst, the worst, worst, worst (will never be good) you (who matter) leave this (kind) note. Thanks

[Kurt]

Why do I come here? Oh yes. Now I remember.