you see / my eyes / like my heart / the very chest it travels in / every thing is heavy / /

& i keep wonder ing what this soul
journey really is /

where will it / end up

should i / just give in
to impulse


should i /

only want to kiss / you

only / want



or should i







no no / yes yes / let's be practical

things like this are / hard on a body

weighs heavy on temperance





yes / i'd like / you



to re strain me /

words that can't be / spoken

& i / confined to this room
to this house / for my own
safety / peace of mind

oh yes / pieces of my mind
i re main / this is my self imposed
silence

the vapid loss / of my self less ness
stretch ed thin enough / oh / pull me tight enough

i can't get enough / of this /
i'm scream ing a gain
no one is listen ing / a gain /

& the house crash es
& i / mommy dear est / crash /
& wish to do / no thing

& i / clean /
i clean / i clean / & i feel like

yes / it's the drown ing / it's this





/

some thing like / that

this is a poem about

no thing much / a poem

about tired / & late march & how
sparkle of frost st.ill covers / coats
any thing damp can touch



this is a poem about

lost / or was it love or / was it
i can't remember now

seems to me / there's been far too much
bad poetry



so you take me / this way & that way
& i'm never quite sure / what i'm doing

no definite plan / just a long list of may bees

& the garden lays dormant / it's the slow warm ing
snow drops lift ing their heavy white heads / i'm certain
they shiver @ sun set / nite heavy with frost / st.ill so
close to /that side of the sun



& the snow / so sneaky / melts silent /
runs rivlets down the mountain / pools in the slough
in the field behind

brown lawn emerges / cautious / soft / weeds wait ing
&
i be gin

to work the gardens as they appear / bit by bit /
ground waits for me / eager for spring



/

& so

& this week / spins in to next
week / & we are end less /
circle of no thing




& sudden lee / every thing clears in to
the deep est / oh so clear / let this fog of
life lift / my shoulders ache / a head that
can not remember / / except the sad ness
of loss / you walk a way / dream / oh this is
not a dream / wake wake / i wake a million times
each nite / / & you walk / eternal walk of /
i am living st.ill / a live / angst of this day /

let me move thru it /
& it's so crzy / how fast death moves the living

& how hard / death hits the heart / / /


oh yes / life is for / you / me
& yet i wonder


did you hear your mother call you







/

i love you

& so / a day of sun shine
arrives / ah /
march
lingers / looms / sun springs high er
high er / / impossible lee / but certain lee
season / ah /
final lee / shifts


but
i st.ill wear / long johns
a toque to keep this / head warm

after all / a foot of snow st.ill covers
the lawn / temperature drops below
zero every night / frozen puddles
slick of snow melt / freezes hard
a gainst roads / creates / danger

& the rain / falls / & those words
all ways repeat / gray march tries
so hard to melt / can't be done
up here in the mountains / winter
held tight / gripped by / long er days
gripped by

quick en ing of / the heart / blood
speeds up / a gain //

The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth ~ jean cocteau

&

A poet is a bird of unearthly excellence, who escapes from his celestial realm arrives in this world warbling. If we do not cherish him, he spreads his wings and flies back into his homeland.
Kahlil Gibran