Monday, October 23, 2017

Sorry Mother Valentine

I keep trying to imagine the Archangels
Trying to deal with us down here
What their reports must say
 
To the higher-ups about our inner grasp
Of the situation of limited space
And time the larger question like
 
What is that lighthouse doing over there
Or that cavity where the ego like a boy’s
Laughter is carried across
 
The canyon of confusing words
I feel sorry for them
The Great Mothers who labor
 
So their children can play
And maybe even learn something
At that uppity school they pay

Sunday, October 22, 2017

Autumn Rendezvous Valentine

When Mars and Venus get together
They don’t talk about us kids
Though Mars is a talker and rants
 
Around the rooms and hallways
Led by his flailing arms
While Venus gets more comfortable
 
Curled up on the couch
Pretending not to be listening
Until at one point he lifts her
 
Into his arms and we here
On earth feel strangely exhilarated
And suspiciously joyful
 
For a few hours or a whole day
But it’s too good to be true we say
They will never make it

Saturday, October 21, 2017

Dug Valentine

The token of their return
Was the first red bud
I saw hidden in the leaves
 
The ground had been pounded down
All morning long
The workers’ voices drowned
 
Out by someone whistling
As he shoveled gravel
I could catch the smell
 
Of stones and earth
But was it grave or garden
They were digging right outside
 
My window hardly light
Hardly time to struggle
Upward from my dream

Friday, October 20, 2017

Reunification Valentine

Turn back the stars
To the pages you don’t understand
The parts missing from the jigsaw
 
Is sentimentality a necessary step
As you descend to the subway
Or take the elevated train
 
When it’s tenderness you’re after
And a sense of the real trouble we’re in
Because of one another
 
How to rearrange the stars
Into a more accurate perception
Of our true intention
 
And return to them the impulse
To reunite all light
Into a single body and soul

Thursday, October 19, 2017

Venus in New Moon Libra Valentine

Mine the earthbound
Yours the starry worlds
Strange how we met one night
 
I wanted to study Venus
Sensing her at the center
Of the mystery of this world
 
That woman who wants to know
Everything about you
Without letting on she does
 
That sympathy with all things
So she cries freely
And laughs freely
 
She with the freedom to laugh and sleep
A whole new body
Into the earth every night 
 

Wednesday, October 18, 2017

Alone Valentine

In my next life when I’m a woman
I want to remember the women
Of today it’s not easy
Being the object of desire
Even when you understand
The longing of the wills
In your sons and daughters
To align with the stars
But a woman is always a mother
And a child assaulted
By a dragon in the old pictures
And audible in the first music
Her praise and her torment
Praise for her child
Torment for her child
Who alone can save us

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Questioning Valentine

We clearly intend as Nietzsche knew
To take the earth to its limits
Starry and otherwise feeling
That evil can only destroy not build
And ultimately will destroy itself
With a little help from the good
That it matters if your innocence
Is given or taken from you
If you can trust the earth
If you don’t spend your life
Constantly questioning its loyalty
It undying faithfulness to you

Monday, October 16, 2017

On Being a Language Valentine

When I said yes
I had no idea
It included no
Down the road
And so much letting go
From the other side
A whole different
Muscle group
That loves to talk
And the joy of listening
To a language you love
But don’t understand
And trying to figure out
What they’re really saying
Behind the words
From just watching the eyes
And the accompanying gestures
Of lips and sounds

Sunday, October 15, 2017

Secret Valentine

My secret meeting
With the smiling moon
At four in the morning
So much darkness to say
To the keeper of heaven
And the sailing swan
Knowing the time is short
And the dragon just sitting there
As the child of some woman
Falls to the ground
I will lift it back up
Replace it with my own
If you would just wait
And stop laughing moon
I too could be light
I too will be dawn

Saturday, October 14, 2017

Enter Valentine

Yesterday was a hallucination
Today a delusion tomorrow a dream
These records our broken memories
So we can get our bearings in space
And not keep doing the same things
So courage becomes a more flexible star
In the face of forgetting so much
At least that’s the hypotenuse
Thinking offers morning waving
From the window on its way to work
More in the heart than in the head
Like the old man who stumbled on
The naked Venus sleeping
And felt both ashamed
And deeply inspired

Wednesday, October 11, 2017

Nuzzling Valentine

She’s an outside cat
For an inside guy
We rendezvous on the patio
For a nuzzle but love too
Much our independent lives
She’s full of conspiracy theories
Between the trees and streets
But says she doesn’t need me
To survive anymore
Than I need her to think
Of me as confidante and friend
Our private relationship kept private
Our quiet meetings
Involving only those involved

Tuesday, October 10, 2017

Around Valentine

The liquidity of angels
And old people
In children’s eyes
Who’ve been around
And who hasn’t yet
Not enough times
To grasp the mystery
You are already gods
But that’s not enough
Now you have to be
Responsible as well
Not just for yourself
But for the whole
God-blessed world

Monday, October 9, 2017

Shot Valentine

When an instinct becomes a passion
And a passion an obsession
That feeds upon itself
And the will surrenders
Slavish to some idea
That turns out to be a grifter
When devastation comes
When you spread the sheets
Out in the sun to dry
And walk miles for water
What’s the point if nothing’s
Learned about the weather
Do we just keep getting beaten up
Or watching others getting shot

Saturday, October 7, 2017

Afterwards Valentine

Sometimes I didn’t lift
Things up and do
A proper job I just
Swept around them
Gathering the dust
Into the center
Of the room
Into smaller and
Smaller circles
Into a craving
To be gone
And the floor
Cleared again
For more dancing