

ShoeI can't get this knot out of my shoelace, no matter how I try. I try to remember how I tied it: I tied it double; no, triple-- Now why the hell did I tie it triple?Shoe
I pull, and carve my too-short fingernails
underneath the loops of the knot, shaking as I try to loosen the stubborn bond. I curse at it. I pray for its release. I throw my hands down in angst.
I don't want to have to wear one shoe for the rest of my life, hobbling around like some sort of cripple.
Yet this tiny little thing,
this cyst, This globule of obstinate f


Knowing HomeWhen you see the world knows nothing of philosophy, Of morals or of beauty that can set one free; When you see the pain you caused yourself, you caused yourself And your skin's been thinned by mediocrity;Knowing Home
When angels, demons and leviathans Don't even roam in your imagination's pen; When cinema determines what your thoughts will be, Depriving you of silence's sweet, keen command,
Remember the carpet in your childhood room; Remember the smell of the sand in June; Remember the streetside piper's tune; Remember the forests, hills and dunes; Remember carrots, pea


Punctuated, InterwovenSo long Since I've tried courting I'll leave The decisions for you To make the best choice You must know about the fishes and birds.Punctuated, Interwoven
I am a bird Who says "I fly close to heaven And hunt you," But don't Think I'm a bird I am a fish Who drowns in his doubts
I do Your beauty Injustice.
I am whichever one of these That you are not A bird or a fish should not matter.
Dammit.
---------------------- 27 November 2003
in-ter-weave v. -wove , -wo-ven , -weav-ing, -weaves. -vt


Ecclesiastes 9Death sits beside me on a park bench at midday. We stare at the duckpond.Ecclesiastes 9
She is between the ducks' feathers, mingled with the oils on their backs. She is riding the ripples they make on the water, reflected back to me by the sunlight.
Why is she so close? Like a stranger brushing your arm with her sleeve-- A cute girl you'd like to get to know, intriguing, And you know you could feel comfortable with her if you did.
Instead I stare at the pond. It is pretty, and the day isn't half done.
I feel her glance at me. I take a deep breath
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