seems to result

Because I resolved at the start that these would have nothing to do

With me because I wanted to find a place for good that held

More light and space than I ever could and standing next to a

Dead rosebush I know what gas engines never could do on their own

Because here's death and here's a line of children dressed for a game

Of Go Get Lost or Jump Like a Spider but none of them

Guessed right so I had to be It once and for all because

Pretty soon it would be too dark for games pretty soon it would

Shuffle around our ears like nerves and then where would we be because

We weren't going to last through the night at least I wasn't because

I'd decided to fill a hole full of dead plants and burn them

Because well that's my secret and none of your business but it's nice

To find something so utterly gone so completely not anywhere at all here

Comments

[phoenix]

I really like this one. It doesn't have the same type of difficulty that i associate with your poems. still, it's powerful and makes you think.

[brtom]

Thanks. I try to throw in some difference now & then ... as if I weren't really writing the same poem over & over again ... or still. I'm not sure there's anything wrong with writing the same poem again & again ... as long as yr sure you haven't got it right yet. And I'm pretty sure of that.

[ms]

I agree its different than many but as i read what you right it does not seem to me that it is all the same over and over, though maybe the driving desire, the wich behind them is...i think for me there are a very few things that drive all and in that sense it is the same over and over .... if you or anyone read any of them might it be said thy are all the same poem, written again and over? really i don;t think so -- but if so it would be precisely that i have nothing to say and should not write anyway. But you have many several and different things to say and do, though perhaps you choose to ignore them, or maybe a false modesty? I apreciate that you are willing to share that gift. Then too you;re right I will never get it -- how can anyone get what another is, why the words are necessary to put that layer as a buffer btw? i know i'll never get it right, at some level i wish someone else could figure it out and let me in on the "it" that motivates all of this but ... not very likeley is it

[brtom]

Yeah so much is buffer ... maybe it's something to do with Dickinson's telling it slant ... whatever it is in this case ... truthy or otherwise ... up above I was probably imagining what some critic might say about any range of these poems ... the same one over & over ... but maybe it's the very rare poet that can't be said of ...

i had to imagine a critic, but thanks to the likes of you & a few others I don't need to imagine a reader ... and that's nice