If my head were to Open down the middle From the pressure implied by Lover and loved and the books I haven’t finished, If I were to open and spill I wonder What kinds of things undigested, undiminished, Would scatter and tumble out: the jokes i forgot to tell you tangled in my memories of… Continue reading On balance
Tag: original poetry
I and the Robot
me with all my pulpy parts, and you stand there so shiny and sterile. feelings feel like how dirty feels, and the robot, algorithms, cogs turning wheels. I go with guts that bleed so messy, its risks are cut crisp, it’s the precision that gets me. while i flail in broad and fluttered strokes, the… Continue reading I and the Robot
on the royal jordanian, new york to amman
the plane lands in fields arid and emptyred in the south, and everywhere dusty, and the dead sea holds its breath, bellows under Pangaea’s plates,welcomes me home again. with every landing my stomach braced,dusty nostalgia revisited,my silly hope misplaced: the fields forget me, and I forget to forgive it,assuming always that my land also sought… Continue reading on the royal jordanian, new york to amman
Garbanzo Bae 