g.s.de burca

g.s.de burca, 22 january 2012

when i look out the window

when i look out the window
 on a night like this
(wild clouds and starfish in dark pools)
when i look out from a darkened room
at the pale stretched-out shadows of the dead
their faces  elongated cross-sections of time
passing by in a confused semblance of scenery
and in the oracular voices of the dead
i hear the out-soundings of my own
washing over the silence of a night
repeating all the faces i’ve known
in a weaving of circles of circles of eyes
of reflections of some thing
i could never quite define
 
like my attraction
to the dark side of the moon
 
or a song your body  brings me
freshly gathered from the sea


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g.s.de burca

g.s.de burca, 22 january 2012

missed opportunity

she sits in the
room lit only
by the half
moon light
untangling the
knots in her hair
 
i lie on the bed
watching lazily
 
i refuse the offer
to comb her hair
 
 
the moon and the
water.  that smile
 
 
the missed opportunity


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g.s.de burca

g.s.de burca, 19 january 2012

mumbling strange talk

mumbling strange talk  
he moves across the floor
gathering all the faces
you left lying against walls
in the half light
he strokes them back to life
 
he imagines your eyes
but he knows   looking
into their tunnels
of disappearing lines
that you have definitely drifted
to another orbit
 
that the lines are held together
by the shape of his own face


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g.s.de burca

g.s.de burca, 19 january 2012

the streets are shimmering

the
streets are shimmering in anticipation
 
don’t
disappoint the day don’t
blacken
the sky with thoughtless emotions
you are
somewhere
absent
            minded
                         or
engrossed
                   in daily routine
 
quit it
 
step
       under
a ladder
walk on
cracks
 
tell your
boss you got urgent
business
like writing a poem
 
going for
a walk
 
anything
you like but fast
 
this
moment
the
streets shimmer
                  in anticipation


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g.s.de burca

g.s.de burca, 19 november 2011

Hate

runs
like a virus
back and forth
thru the generations

what country
what person is free
from the ravages
and disfigurement of hate?

i read your books
listen to the music

and poetry of longings
desires and separation
common to us all

how could i hate
the makers of such
human expression?

let’s share a meal
and watch our differences
slip into insignificance


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g.s.de burca

g.s.de burca, 19 november 2011

Amazement

amazement blows me away
it is sudden unexpected
disruption of the everyday
shows me
just how much
wonderment happens out
side the patterns of selfhood

it arrives as if by chance

and leaves
               almost unnoticed

having changed every
thing for a long moment


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g.s.de burca

g.s.de burca, 19 november 2011

strip

strip
down to the skin
mind to mind
to hell with masks

laughing hearts
tickle eternity


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