Monday, August 23, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
I say Spirit
inside the walls
behind the eyes
how to escape this dancing
before it stops dancing?
if only I could avenge a sentence
with a sentence
the hours on all fours again
looking everywhere for their trampoline
a tam tam and its microphone
no one can hear
Monday, August 9, 2010
Frankly, I expected God to be
more efficient and avoid this savored
burning. I guess He likes it. I could see
some other kind of pain – still labored
and indelicate, with a late
lesson, all as taut as penance. But
I stand chronic, bend to supplicate,
and hold the momentary dissolute.
Where’s salvation? How do I accede
when my redemption takes parieties?
Limits disannoint the body. I plead
recrimination, an innocence that frees
Him, whose expanse grows down to me
to make my punishment infinity.
~Wm Frawley (posted by A. DiMichele)