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#177 time is longer than rope
Clean
October 13, 2007 05:38 AM PDT

we knew the mask
you wore to hide from
yourself didn’t cover
the words you tore up
and swept under
the rug

words piled high
into a balcony from
which lovers spurned
or otherwise fling
themselves into
senselessness

you can get yourself
some time
or a rope
but time is longer than rope

and we all knew the
mask was better than
the cranberries and
salamanders you
were so close to
becoming

you can get yourself
some time
or a rope
but time is longer than rope

bhagiti 10.13.07 perrysburg, oh

#176 oars in our fishbaskets
Clean
October 12, 2007 04:22 AM PDT

it was always the thinnest
of thin ice spiderwebbing
through your veins like lost
highways no longer making
the trip home afraid of what
you thought you’d find there

and at camp like canoes
we slept overturned our
oars in our fishbaskets afraid
to laugh and you never did
and i knew you couldn’t and
that you didn’t care for the moon

and neither could i
but i did
and neither could i
but i did

and later in january when the
ground was as cold as you
could take it you pulled me
outside and pulled everything
off and didn’t shiver one bit
and forced yourself to smile
but you couldn’t make it last

and neither could i
but i did
and neither could i
but i did

and i knew you wouldn’t have it
any other way
and i knew you wouldn’t have it
any other way
any other way
any other way

bhagiti 10.12.07 perrysburg, oh

#175 pull the plug
Clean
October 11, 2007 04:32 AM PDT

sleep comes always
just before the alarm
through the night
trains scream and i want
them to take me away
or run me over

the cold through the
window is finally real
this time and the
bed that wouldn’t let me
sleep now won’t let me
go but i do

when does it all stop
when will it be quiet again
pull the plug
pull the plug

i will daydream my
return in blankets sitting
in the middle of the
autumn woods covered
in leaves and twigs warm
and content

when does it all stop
when will it be quiet again
pull the plug
pull the plug

bhagiti 10.11.07 perrysburg, oh

#174 leave it to the birds (i dream of an airplane crash)
Clean
October 10, 2007 04:32 AM PDT

the high altitude
jet plane
reimagining cumulous
with straightedge
vapor trails
is a phantom
whose presence
is unclear

i suppose that
everyone
who has fallen to earth
regretted in an instant
believing
in a phantom
whose presence
is unclear

leave it to the birds
leave it to the birds

i’m happy sticking to
the ground
firmly attached by forces
beyond my control
believing
in a phantom
whose power
is clear

leave it to the birds
leave it to the birds

bhagiti 10.10.07 perrysburg

#173 the penny that refuses to reveal its other side is a hidden notebook
Clean
October 09, 2007 04:40 AM PDT

gliding gliding
hypnotized
penny for
your thoughts
how much to
keep them
to yourself
make me guess
what broken bread
can’t be fixed
again what fish
eaten can’t swim
again what wine
can’t return to the
vine

meanwhile
night peeks
through blinds
and my light
sneaks
back though
neither have
eyes needing
blinding instead
a threshold
between life
and living or
knowing and
not

gliding gliding
hypnotized
america
a main drag
that isn’t
a cowboy
that’s neither
a continental divide
that doesn’t
a jacket that smells
of leaves and
leaving and in
the breastpocket
a notebook
that reads
itself

bhagiti 10.9.07 perrysburg, oh

#172 oh why ohio
Clean
October 08, 2007 04:30 AM PDT

ohio stretches like a lie
toward the plains and
promises of the west
to the sleepy south
below the cool green
east and the endless
forests of the north

roads lead in or away
roads lead in or away

ohio is a heart that no
longer beats kept alive
by trains pumping its
crisscrossing veins and
sad eyed summer
slaves to the catsup trade

roads lead in or away
roads lead in or away

ohio dead or dying no
arrow filled sebastian
merely an unavoidable
swamp that continuously
tries to refill itself with the
muck long removed

roads lead in or away
roads lead in or away

bhagiti 10.8.07 perrysburg, oh

#171 between crows and grapes
Clean
October 07, 2007 05:51 AM PDT

the sky is as black
as a crow
and as beautiful

my belly
full of grapes
makes no complaint
and the cool
humidity of morning
struggles
between the death
of summer and the
birth of death

it caresses me
seduces me
kisses me
licking my face
as if to say
take me now
for tomorrow
we are gone

bhagiti 10.7.07 perrysburg, oh

#170 and in a field of aging heather a dream of the future fell like ballast tossed from a failing balloon
Clean
October 06, 2007 06:17 AM PDT

i stand in the middle
of ten thousand streets
all at once and everywhere
they lead is nowhere each
screaming in concrete
seducing with slick
rainsoaked curves but each
a dead end none to
salvation nor even
to acceptable ruin

ten thousand streets
all at once everywhere
a spiderweb traffic jam of
industrial strength chaos
linear asphalt beauty
a din of scrape and roar
all leading to madness
madness of desire
madness of restlessness
madness of choice
madness of singularity
madness of loss
madness of responsibility
madness of hope
madness of hopelessness

bhagiti 10.6.07 perrysburg, oh

#169 which side are you on
Clean
October 05, 2007 07:37 AM PDT

morning makes
no compromises
it reveals to us
the actions
of the night
and hides
the moon
in its light

everything before is meaningless
everything before is everything
which side are you on

we are not
morning
like prospectors
without pans
we wade in
murky water
that hides
untold
riches

everything before is meaningless
everything before is everything
which side are you on

tripping over
pebbles
and god we
stumble toward
nothing when
everything
is directly
below

everything before is meaningless
everything before is everything
which side are you on

bhagiti 10.5.07 perrysburg, oh

#168 re-parting
Clean
October 04, 2007 06:23 AM PDT

i went to the station
no suitcase in my hand
and there an old man
you leavin or stayin
i’m re-parting
remaining and departing
at the same time
that is
i’m here
but never
here

so there i sat on the
platform watching the trains
come and go people’s
faces staring out at
other possible
realities each better than
their own
that is
they’re here
but never
here

bhagiti 10.4.07 perryburg, oh

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