power

for l.c.
The thunder cracked and the time
On the red face of the clock fell away
and the wild outdoors pulled everyone inside
gasping for air and flowing with water–
so we sat in a smelly corner with hard seats
and stared through the darkness without
finding a single face, and tried to keep track of
loud voices with the people behind [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on May 12th, 1996 by palmer

pythagoras

for j.t.
Some know how the grass grows green and the
angle a hawk flies through the sky — blue for a
textbook reason, where the sun burns to specification
even when it rains. Some know how the sky glows
orange on humid nights, or how a star can shine
behind the moon, or how the leaves turn themselves
into autumn and [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on April 2nd, 1996 by palmer

whirlwinds

for s.a.l.
Champagne teasing through
the static crowd gently holding
glasses on plates of chicken barbecue
under the nametags slapped in the
left corner of their chests as
“Jane Redman” stares at “Mark”
who looks everywhere but at her,
as “Jeffrey” glances down the street
outside at his house with only
black windows and “Jack Cormier”
watches the thick red carpet
and says a word to it [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on March 15th, 1996 by palmer

british empire

for a.s.
The rain slid down from humid skies,
and fell in graying drone
Rapping on the garden walk
And chilling through his bones.
He shoveled all the walkways clean
And piled all the rain
In heaps, along the garden paths,
Ignoring how it drained–
He pulled his thick wool jacket off
And laid it by his fire
He stoked it high for winter cold
To melt [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on December 15th, 1995 by palmer

listen

to t.t.l.
I listen to the pounding of the night temple drums
the ever beating waiting for the morning’s rising
something subtle buried deep below the thinker
and roaming drifting high above the thought.
I listen to the answer of a thousand thousand questions,
the pulsing heartbeats in the treelines black on sky,
the words beyond the words, the blood beneath the [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on October 22nd, 1995 by palmer

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