g.s.de burca, 22 stycznia 2012
when i look out the window
on a night like this
(wild clouds and starfish in dark pools)
when i look out from a darkened room
at the pale stretched-out shadows of the dead
their faces elongated cross-sections of time
passing by in a confused semblance of scenery
and in the oracular voices of the dead
i hear the out-soundings of my own
washing over the silence of a night
repeating all the faces i’ve known
in a weaving of circles of circles of eyes
of reflections of some thing
i could never quite define
like my attraction
to the dark side of the moon
or a song your body brings me
freshly gathered from the sea
g.s.de burca, 22 stycznia 2012
she sits in the
room lit only
by the half
moon light
untangling the
knots in her hair
i lie on the bed
watching lazily
i refuse the offer
to comb her hair
the moon and the
water. that smile
the missed opportunity
g.s.de burca, 19 stycznia 2012
mumbling strange talk
he moves across the floor
gathering all the faces
you left lying against walls
in the half light
he strokes them back to life
he imagines your eyes
but he knows looking
into their tunnels
of disappearing lines
that you have definitely drifted
to another orbit
that the lines are held together
by the shape of his own face
g.s.de burca, 19 stycznia 2012
the
streets are shimmering in anticipation
don’t
disappoint the day don’t
blacken
the sky with thoughtless emotions
you are
somewhere
absent
minded
or
engrossed
in daily routine
quit it
step
under
a ladder
walk on
cracks
tell your
boss you got urgent
business
like writing a poem
going for
a walk
anything
you like but fast
this
moment
the
streets shimmer
in anticipation
g.s.de burca, 19 listopada 2011
runs
like a virus
back and forth
thru the generations
what country
what person is free
from the ravages
and disfigurement of hate?
i read your books
listen to the music
and poetry of longings
desires and separation
common to us all
how could i hate
the makers of such
human expression?
let’s share a meal
and watch our differences
slip into insignificance
g.s.de burca, 19 listopada 2011
amazement blows me away
it is sudden unexpected
disruption of the everyday
shows me
just how much
wonderment happens out
side the patterns of selfhood
it arrives as if by chance
and leaves
almost unnoticed
having changed every
thing for a long moment
g.s.de burca, 19 listopada 2011
strip
down to the skin
mind to mind
to hell with masks
laughing hearts
tickle eternity
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