all gathered at the hem

Fields

lemondress — Tue, 18 Oct 2011 02:40:26 +0000

So you’ve got to highlight the most important

Parts for those who’d like to see

Somebody here has highlighted the horizon

Canola fields erasing all our trees

verbal

lemondress — Sat, 24 Sep 2011 04:47:02 +0000

love is a noun

but

is also a verb

you can make it so

lemondress — Mon, 12 Sep 2011 12:19:46 +0000

Home

The trout

lemondress — Thu, 08 Sep 2011 13:50:27 +0000

You went to emergency today with a pain in your heart. Tests found no cause so you drove to the stars. You photographed a Gould fish and sent it my way. A pile of silvery trout with yellow-tinged eyes. Like you, I too know a pain near my heart. Too tired of my skin and so shallow in breath. Mouth open in hope of developing new skills — perhaps just in time to remain in this life. Eyes wide and near dry with the shock of it. For us all there’s no knowing tomorrow. That pain that you suffer really is about your heart. Which I know that you know, as do I.

4am

lemondress — Fri, 26 Aug 2011 17:57:57 +0000

At 4am it’s you I seem to miss.

wardrobe

lemondress — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 09:27:17 +0000

this too-honest light through such outdated curtains

guides nightmare-wide eyes to the half open robe.

much too much black and some anxious red floral

crowding and wrinkling and escaping from wire.

scrapping in uniform doing some stilted dance

can it be all these items are playing their roles

in some weird narrative inadvertently told?

perhaps cataloging some bizarre Freudian slip

of this self that has never been known.

morning

lemondress — Mon, 27 Jun 2011 09:10:55 +0000

upon awakening often

instead of enlightenment

there appears a pit

of items lost in dream stories

(or were they really lost in waking,

like keys and glasses and names and love?)

and ineffable aches in phantom

limbs which were fine reclining

but now, open eyed, know nothing

of that sturdy, long-lost, mislaid youth.

shoulder

lemondress — Mon, 23 May 2011 11:25:09 +0000

Strapped up like some athlete

who sadly never got a run

but even so misses the play

and especially, now it’s gone,

the promise of a left shoulder

that was never owned but which

feels like was once in possession.

Now’s the ache of the fading bruise

and the itchy weary eyes which

must watch others on familiar fields

play the very same tired old game

Velveteen

lemondress — Tue, 17 May 2011 13:14:48 +0000

This morning’s light was velveteen

In spite of last night’s troubles

Every street light peered through blinds

To illuminate dream lovers

Spare her the rhetoric she’s

World weary now, she could

Do with some silence

Instead of that sound

Barking everyone knows

It’s this way not that

While all the truly curious are

Killed by the cat

Whose paws are

Velveteen

In spite of all his troubles

Every night he peers through blinds

To spy on lamp-lit lovers

Dream lover come rescue me

Take me up take me down take me home

I’m not afraid of silence

But I don’t wanna be alone

I wanna be

Velveteen

In spite of all our troubles

Velveteen

Like all those other lovers

taper

lemondress — Tue, 17 May 2011 13:06:47 +0000

it’s wearing off as we wear out

I wonder when they’ll factor in

the times we thrashed and lurched about

as holier ascents begin

we never tapered off from where

the memory-bells of lovers pealed

ancient flames, devil-may-care

while we still long to be revealed