A Christmas Ballad

In anguish unaccountable the steady ship that burns at dark, the small shy streetlamp of the night, floats out of Alexander Park in the exhaustion of dull bricks. Like a pale-yellow, tiny rose, it drifts along, past lovers’ heads and walkers’ feet. In anguish unaccountable sleep-walkers, drunkards, float like bees. A stranger sadly snaps a [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on December 25th, 2008 by palmer

of these things, i wait

Where was I, where did I go? Under docks toe-tracing sand, waiting for the phone to stop caring. I wait, and speak when asked. and there are gaps when no questions come so I shuffle around room to room. My twenty-ninth Christmas came with no candles, While strangers on checklists tear my paper In yearly [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on December 28th, 2006 by palmer

crutch

I only wash my finger around your dampening eyes to hear words and find others to waltz with you beneath these lowering clouds, Lighting small torches hoping to find the one that burns the right part of me away, to scent the world better for you. I only want to find the hymns that write [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on April 15th, 2006 by palmer

the pale ambassador

to a.h. That warm bright California rage throws sunspears, tans smiles to leather. a place half-here, half-there, still home only in irritating sense of red, white, blue. The racing dry river of midwest west covered by the metal plane’s bridge. Knowns dot it, rocks breaking the stream with turbulence and glances downwards Here seen a [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on December 12th, 2005 by palmer

after the reception

In corners, when the party tent folds, there you’ll find me. I promised. We droned earlier, when spotlights dove into glossed lips and walmart earrings; form show and dance, elegant pathetic – all while we revered one unvoiced howl which brooked no pain, no ten dollar merlot; singular, it blurred me twice a minute – [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on November 15th, 2005 by palmer

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