the night in my heart is pounding against the absence of yours
the room smells like your absence also: wet grass pine sap and pollen
on a cold breeze
to whose silent music the trees are dancing
i tie our hearts together with only enough blood for one
this night in my barrow of stones and dead wood
this night in my future in an hour with a sorrow greater
than all the others in my garden
this night is mine because it arrives with your complete absence
and i cannot refuse you even when you are not here
because of my penitence and my patience and my prerogative
you are necessary you are even when you are not
this night is the long word the king's ransom the ordinary against
the spectacular
i am standing at the threshold of this night hidden behind the last light
asking you to open the door
which is not a door
anthony dimichele
long live the involution
About Me
- antoniozart
- i am a poet/artist` specializing in Mezzotint, Etching and other types of printmaking. i love nature and loathe what western civilization is doing to it. i am an outsider in a very real sense. i would rather drink gasoline than chit chat.
gorilla bones
for the coming extinctions
skeleton fish
the crown of creation
the last laugh
shhhhhhhhh!
a leg in the grass
let there be light!
yanomamo mojo
vallejo
the silver shadow
it is the pen that dreams
2 comments:
Oh man........why do we love like this? It is so painful. But it keeps us occupied, I guess. Thank you for writing this poem. Reading it is like suddenly standing in a circle of admirable people who have all sinned the way I do. It's nice not to be alone.
Anthony~
Your soul has lived a million lifetimes, seen the world over and over.
You are brilliant
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