Pink Knowledge

 pink knowledge

“I know certain things” David the Homeless Guy
 
My bloody lip.
 
Desperate grace.
 
A suitcase by the door.
 
a child’s face
stares through the window
 
to a mirror
without a reflection
a promise of a life with less winter.
 
O the gaze of those  mornings
remembering
 
It is true               
 
I am
                            very tired.
Happy.
 
2.
 
Horns play from the other
side of a rising moon-
a deep baritone
 
rises out of the wetlands.
A dead heron in the reeds.
She leans over,
 
“Is that why the music has stopped?”
 
 
3.
 
 

Her panties over the head-
board, she is naked
in the bath –
 
room
her body
in a disturbing
 
posture.
 
4.
 
 

There are cornucopia printed
on plastic dishes left
 
at the table
a pile of half eaten
 
ribs,
 
smeared
napkin on the floor,
leaning
against a table leg-
 
                 Here love is insistent.
 
5.
 
 

The orchestra is silent
 
Is sudden silent.
I hear an audience
of timepieces.
of a cold black sea.
 
She brings me flowers.
I am not there to receive them.
 
I give up; move down the hall
to another room.
 
A blind barber wants me to read
his correspondence, has me read

the labels on the side of cans,

“Read!, Read!”
 
he implores.
 
6.
 

A stag moans from a field 

a doe goes into estrus.

so is love.
 
Where did my lover go?
            Don’t ever let them leave
                             without a compass and
                                       
                                          a map.
 
                                         Never.
 
7.
 
 

I notice a bumble bee pushing
against a window. Where does
it want to go?
 
Soggy clover field.
 
JOURNAL ENTRY
 
” She tastes good, but I am not hungry for her, I am still licking
        clean the bones of another.”
 
8.
 
 

Ms. Jonas 4th grade class presents:
Opening night is canceled
because of rain.
 
Channel 5 news,
newscast, children crying
 
and he’s crying for her.
—she has been dealt a good hand
 
and she writes her mother a letter all about
it, and then folds
 
the Las Vegas napkin into
                            an origami frog.
 
 
9.

 

on a blue plate
an egg wobbles
around the edges
              of her steps
 
 
 
10.

   

at a bus stop
 a long time ago
 
-that one patch of grass
in between cracks of
            soft asphalt like cake-
 
remember,
the pink desperadoes
the blue tax collectors
and the pearly confectioneries?
 
Or the branding iron
left in the tall grass,
forsaken?
 
Remember that bus stop?
 
 
O desert wind.


 

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