Monday, November 14, 2016


Geoffrey Gatza
http://www.blazevox.org 


In all of the minutes of my life, performing good deeds

I rejoice with succulence, my one second of perversion



I am smaller than an atom.

I am big in Japan;
I am small in the US.

I am small in the US.
I am wide in Japan.

I am read in the US.
I am small in the US.

I am measured in space
I am everywhere at once.

We am everywhere.
We were, at once, where?

We are big in Japan.

We are everywhere.
We are us in Japan.

I cannot measure the US
I cannot measure Japan.

We are everywhere
Everywhere at once.

We are the US!

We are the atoms!

We are Japan!

Once we are everywhere,
We are small in the US




We Are Here


 Because we are here
Because we are here
Because we are here
Because we are here

Because we are here
Because we are her
Because we are here
Because we are here

Because we are here
Because we are here
Because we are here
Because we are here

Because we are here
Because we are here
Because we are here
Because we are here

Because we are here
Because we are here
Because we are here
Because we are here




Willows Mourning Autumn


The bouquet in a vase
Sits waiting for a bee
To come and pollinate

There are no bees
There is only beer

In this house
We have no car.

In this car we have no music

In this music we have only sniffles
Broadcast for a tone deaf woman
Who has vowed to never cry again.




Freezing Actually


The sun is out
Yet it is so cold.

Freezing actually.

Once again it is morning.
Just like yesterday
We are unprepared.

I am never ready
To start another day.

I could use
Another deep
Hour of sleep.

Or a few weeks
Of hibernation.

Not sure which
Would be more

Preferable at
This moment.

Seeds to be planted
In the crisp ground
Wait on the window
Sill, patient and still.

The sun warms
Thoughts of spring.
The bed warms
Thoughts of dreams
Left so very far behind.





A mourning dove is calling from the veranda.


It has landed in the hanging flowerpot singing,
Swinging in the gentle May breeze it sad song.

We pointed to it as a sign but mis-
interpreted it as a good divination.

The desperate side of devastation
The bird called out your last days

And maybe it was a blameless sign

Waiting for asleep to drift us absent
You lay yourself out on the cold floor.



The world flew to you and sang to
Your blazing illustrious ambiance.

You are missed terribly by those who held you.
The doves no longer visit us; no longer swing

In our small garden as we longingly investigate
Our memories for flickering moments bringing

You to our longing red faces
To look into those very eyes

Once more and experience
Love as falling warm water.

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