because while some truths lend themselves to equations, others are best described in verse

thunder-and-lightning love

they razor
across a face opaque
as sugared absinthe, her smile-
shanks, swearing nothing
could ever come between them, nothing:

the studded starlight, the straightness
of his spine;
there was a time i would’ve moved
everything; now all
that is left is to move on,

the piles of pills uncut, un-
touched on the kitchen counter, a
caress in their cold aloneness. no
half measures in this meeting; she
reads too fast, so crazy she

mustbe in-love, in-
fatuated (i find
i do not believe youmuch, anymore), un-
characteristically alive; still, she reads
too fast, like cobblestones

coming up to meet you, & there is no
sorry in cement, like our
footsteps that day we walked
the beach in the cold, like
elbows in a coffeeshop

on a streetcorner
where they sit and argue
(will they remember my voice,
when i am dead?)
over what it means to be crazy.

20 responses

  1. there was a time i would’ve moved
    everything; now all
    that is left is to move on,….there is no sorry in cement…dag, that is hard….love the zoom in at the end on that momroy of the day….arguing over what it means to be crazy…ha…nice closing touch as well…

    February 5, 2013 at 2:38 pm

    • thanks, b. *smiles* hey, any chance of seeing your lovely mug around here anytime soon?

      February 6, 2013 at 11:43 am

  2. there was a time i would’ve moved
    everything; now all
    that is left is to move on,….I’ve been there Joanna…and it was so hard . Great write.

    February 5, 2013 at 3:45 pm

    • thanks, ayala. lotta bad feeling in this one; if we couldn’t write, not sure how we’d ever do any “moving on,” yeah?

      February 6, 2013 at 11:44 am

  3. Whew…this is outstanding.

    February 5, 2013 at 5:24 pm

    • thanks!! 🙂

      February 6, 2013 at 11:45 am

  4. “…& there is no
    sorry in cement, like our
    footsteps that day”
    this is such a great line, as I read it to mean, for me, that past is past, no loger alterable, the impressions of our steps in wet sand become permanent like set cement

    February 5, 2013 at 8:11 pm

    • yes, i was thinking along the same lines, the sand & the cement… though the former can be washed away….

      February 6, 2013 at 11:46 am

  5. Love the simile “like elbows in a coffee shop”. Great line.

    February 6, 2013 at 12:56 pm

    • ‘preciate it, ND.

      February 7, 2013 at 8:24 am

  6. Sometimes I like to chose random words and recreate them into a poem. This poem has so many rich choices…razor (as a verb), shank, in-fatuated. (and I really like your use of enjambment)!

    February 6, 2013 at 2:53 pm

    • Thanks, Victoria! I find a little experimenting with enjambment can be kinda fun at times. 🙂

      February 7, 2013 at 8:23 am

  7. This was so sad and pained – don’t worry winter’s almost over and all the bad blood shall be let. Read this on soundcloud. I’d love to hear your take on it.

    February 6, 2013 at 6:01 pm

    • thanks for the reassurance, Mosk. 🙂 but what was it on soundcloud? i must’ve missed the link.

      February 7, 2013 at 8:25 am

      • No, sorry. I meant *you* should read this on soundcloud. I’d love to hear it… c’mon, Doc, sing it!

        February 7, 2013 at 2:27 pm

        • ahhhh. gotcha. i’ll definitely consider it. 🙂

          February 8, 2013 at 12:47 pm

  8. e

    “no sorry in cement”

    I must admit, I chuckled there and that’s when you slayed me.
    You come at this with a sword in hand!

    Wondrously
    e

    February 6, 2013 at 6:05 pm

    • poetry can indeed be a dangerous weapon, e. 🙂 thanks for dropping by.

      February 7, 2013 at 8:26 am

  9. there was a time i would’ve moved
    everything; now all
    that is left is to move on

    My absolutely fav part! Such a poignant piece filled with lovely word pictures. Enjoyed it very much.

    February 7, 2013 at 5:37 pm

    • thank ya, lady! 🙂

      February 8, 2013 at 12:47 pm

Thoughts?

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s