#behindthelastdoor

[behindthelastdoor]

Poem 1381

We are all dirty Still marked by spit— Here, Aged rains and flickering beauty Remind us There is a spot where all things come from And all things go The moment we are furthest from the serpent’s mouth Is right before we’re swallowed

[behindthelastdoor]

Poem 1340

Get the marrow— Get the marrow and you have the gold— That fuel that flows up wicks and walls Not blood, not paint, not pain of death It is the push The bind Each day, a wake That bittersweet love we feel at night Armistice, a fair reprieve Our sleep, our blood-soaked pride

[behindthelastdoor]

Poem 1337

Hurry me down this darkening path (Though I am not lost, or late, or lonely) I am breathing deep and flowing free— This pace must meet such yearning expectations

[behindthelastdoor]

Poem 1334

You wear the halo well— Like hazy sun Wears spectral wings Triumphant over giants’ spears I dare not meet your lustrous eye— My heart is cloud Racing for shelter Behind horizon's door

[behindthelastdoor]

Poem 1332

Hard grace– What we can cut from the trees And grind against the stone As the earth turns beneath us Work does not make us honest It makes a hole where honesty might go

[behindthelastdoor]

Poem 1327

Good/evil is not a spectrum They are two plants within a garden And while their roots sometimes compete They share the same sun, same soil, same storms Do not say one diminishes the other It is the gardeners and their tools

[behindthelastdoor]

Poem 1325

Sun, sweat, Still and furious This afternoon is a labyrinth Invisible to all but the leaves— Rushing in place Like a charlatan breeze

[behindthelastdoor]

Poem 1324

Beneath a blue gate Soft and languid We have a system— I breathe out, It breathes into me— A cycle Set to the tempo of the trees