Mauve in the Marrow
sentimental scatterbrained postcards✉️
a series of fragments or a whole, however you’d like really.
equinox of head and heart
strained androgyny
cockeyed at times
‘tween local roads and freeways
i stay caught
in the seams of the exits
hesitating at the ramps
u-turns and reroutes,
i wonder if i’ve already known
the winter of my life
or only generously primed
for the solstice
waiting for when
the big cold comes
harbinger
of a hardening countenance
easing in the rifts
of a relenting tawny warmth
undulating and expiring
under a cloak
into the shade of darker, longer days
unyielding winterberry
with some complaint
i think i tie my laces too tight
broken nose in berlin
nosebleed ‘till new york delayed
these cities bleed through me
more than i these cities
hearken to the quarrel
on the balcony above
violence in the vitriolic verbose
whispering lovers in central park
he’s got jim morrison’s hair
conversations tucked
in edges and corners
skyline of oxymoron;
steel and glass abound
strangers on east 12th street
are more affable
than strangers in the hometown
yeah i’ll get off here
it’s no big deal
it’s just everything i’ve ever know
i’ll send a postcard if i remember
sentimentally yours,
ambivalence anthologized
in elusive stanzas
the expressing is in
the act of concealing
idolatry of schrödinger’s cat
held between may and may not
the stitch between spring and summer
suspended in the act of unraveling
don’t open the box
where’s the mystery in that?
there are other dead cats
to worry about anyway
look to the houses of parliament
subterranean sores of secret
breaking at the surface
dirt spillage out of the earth
product of a lousy gravedigger
smells like my indignation misplaced
tough one aren’t you
rosy pinkies unlocking
tape unwinding
there is always a rawness
beneath granite skin
there is always
mauve in the marrow
