Mirror Love

What are we
but passing mirrors
just carriers of stones
as word or music
pebble or nostalgia;
passing mirrors
that's what we are
objects in chance multiplication
and images that recede
into infinities untouchable;
passing mirrors
open for fracture
and strewing shards
that cut hearts
that dare walk
to divine proximities.

Word Crimes and Punishment

When words are not enough

or too much 

and their verticality bends

into an arrowhead of retribution

when the maladies of incoherence 

exact a price for a pierced cure

that digs deep into the heart of narration

and as bloodlines eject

the ineptitudes of love

the baby words 

with the babble-bathed waters 

dirtied in the necessary intercourse

of the lightest touch

on the finest handkerchief ,

when words are not enough

and too much

and the rent-collectors 

come charging 

for helpless trespasses 

those rendered naked 

must go

must go far away

to an ancient tree

and a blue mountain 

where it is said gather on certain dawns

that will not freeze

and nights that will not end

the poets from a different century

who recite in a thankfully foreign tongue

the poetry of silence 

made of all ignorances 

and thus clothe 

but barely so

the uncouth, imprudent men

who once dared to speak 

and desecrate thereby

the holy lands of love. 

She loves rabbits, clearly

She feels

for rabbits

pets that breed and breed

and when giving can’t keep pace

have to be sterilized;

she feels for rabbits

those bred for meat

and for them she would fight

start a movement, 

shake the world,

and so she begins thus:

‘do something about it, write!’

as she chews on a piece of chicken;

and when asked

about selective morality 

pauses  

considers meatlessness;

she’s a little girl

a feeling girl

much loved!

The fate of vacancies

Vacancies are painted

in blue and green 

color proxy straws 

on dry river beds 

where strangled fish hearts 

are quietly buried 

by a wind undertaker 

that pockets the inevitable last gasp love -- 

collectibles uncollected 

to color the faraways 

of other love poetry 

those hills and seas of longing.