-49 Opposition Venus - Uranus
Negative aspect: A meeting that could be passing and highly disappointing in the end. The attraction is strong, but there is something inconstant in this partnership. It may be that the feelings run hot and cold, or that circumstances are such that their romantic feelings for one another are interrupted often.
Tonight I designed the final window locks for which to seal the year with you as the last one. The last one.
For now,
Jeffery
Thursday, December 31, 2009
Rock me, hard place
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Monday, December 28, 2009
Matador Waving
You kept reminding me
of the rug that was counting
moons before you are pulled from beneath me,
through a trapdoor masking the fissures of lostlove
sympathetic smiling eyes
just as inevitably as 2 precedes 4.
From the moment we struck
I have always
tried to be the best man
in the race for dreams flagged and dispossessed,
fleeting against
naturally failing
competing flames that learned to
follow learned to scald me running to the bridges
we have laid between those charcoaled hours
of two and four.
But I was the one
with sweaty sheets.
still damp with snow and anxiousness
inside the wool stockings I had sewn the winter I
became unsure of the
apparition who began faceless
to slip between
the craning ceremonial folds of my heart
so easy as tonight burns today
light awakening me to traces of
what I will come to know
as half-succubus or something else profiling Roman divinity
I have grown unsure of intention and less sure
of my need to look anywhere but
into the eyes of the bull reflecting
a matador waving
my heart
worth it’s weight in silk
relying purely on a hunch to raise the cautious fire
before the oncoming could extinguish
the memory of the red lit
smoke rising from shredded tobacco
or finger hair or joined skin or desire
to tame something wild
that has yet to have been tamed
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wax/wane
Nicotine in the morning makes me swagger and sway to the wax and wane in the heartbeat of the indigo skyline, because I am unsure of what we made in the nights before you were so convincing to me that after the same seasons in a row, you were not the same but now I know you will always be; a shadow I chased.
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Sunday, December 6, 2009
wishers
1.
Here
I am sheltered
by the ones who knew
the land before
the ones who came to
claim the land from the free
state where we are saved by
possibility of being one of the
failing heart wishers on the
ends of a pulley bone.
So here is a spell
to lay between us
to never be
on knees
confessing
just to fill a
staring with eyes set
upon
there
2.
we'll wait out
to watch the conflicted
run bankrupt
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
Transoms/Terrors/Mirrors
I hung the mirror on the wall not caring for alignment because like everything else in this house is temporary. And at the end of it all, I find me becoming more quick in deciding which shoes to keep, which to let fall where they do. The spider that built its web near my bed has been given amnesty with lockjaw amongst the other webs of confrontations and concessions. The spider is not a threat, but a benefactor. I’ve seen it so in the mirror while I sleep.
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Monday, November 9, 2009
Esperanza
Although I may never understand this instinct
that keeps me out of those eyes
I was breathing intuitive religion of an Arabian horse
galloping all vague, big breath
and focusless eyes
stranger figure still in the wind, totemic
hurrying past these frozen tombs of lovelost
but tonight
I will stop
I will settle for the
gaping truth for the
crop circles I drew
in the blonde ashes from the tombs
in your hair while you slept
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Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Hermoso niño: Esto está acerca de usted
1. Last year
you said
"I can't stand
Winter,
Goodbye"
2. and boarded your plane for the sun
that's right you try to find your way back
but in your absence, I burned away
all the snow until alone I stood
with all my scattered pieces, whole
3. The hand-knit of so far so short
threadings of you and I
now that somewhere
in the stars there,
favors hang and I
am unconscious to myself,
unconscious to the him-of-him
only conscious to what
has yet to unravel
from me
4. Nightblind, we peer, survey the azimuth for spectres of love with more watch than widows counting stitches with their hands while the waves are lapping seaside in their eyes wide-open.
But for us, we are newsboys, in bars, on street-corners, headlining frustrations while slobbering over bar glass. For you, there is always someone to dole out devotion. Lick your fingers, regroup and rechoose your resources all before the sun can wash the shore to reveal what the waves have already made clear: they could never leave a mark on me.
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Monday, November 2, 2009
The Antiphon of You: Restoration for former silences
- I file sweaters from yesterday in the [next]morning much like I file you in my closet of bodies sketched but never spilling. In twenty hours of sleep, I awake with this heart being the last to feel plastered or flaked upon because it’s new coat is the only thing I know how to wear today.
- My love,
- I was
- a wave.
- I am not sure what I was willing to give
- not that time or physics would even
- let them matter in getting what I want;
- knotted, masked & smudged by
- what or whom I do not need.
- This wave is
- Still and slow and thick and
- heading outward with no gradient
- until they reference it with
- the color, the incline and affect
- stitched and splashed
- upon axis
- of globes
- in academia.
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Friday, October 23, 2009
Hands as Humanity: "He is non-committal right now. I'm a little bruised but vital."
- Hands down, in my heart
I hear
you may never know
that I keep a clean sink
or that my muscles run parallel
to my spine with the power
to take suitcases of loneliness
from your hands.
- But I sincerely hope
we are more than our
four hours of accidental
teenage combustion of
drunkjoy all armed up
in the day that all my being
alone gave pause to listen
for the white noise of
the trophy soul
I think I heard in you.
- I am the dog
that lies
against the draft
of the door into your heart
where the framework is
neither young nor old
because
in the floorboards
your heart
only
beats
true.
- I soak these hands
in the water
in the minutes on your shoulders;
they tell the secrets as
I unpack
from
between
the beat.
I heard it.
In the spaces
between,
the spaces we exist silently
vespertine
and in my astonishment
I can hear
I acknowledge
I desire
you to be adored exceptional
in my hands
without time.
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Saturday, September 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Shrine-building For Fast Goodbyes
i. I exhaled with the bubbles in the kitchen sink now obsessively, compulsively, disorderly clean. Wainscoat white, left around to remind me of antiquity. Today was the first day that I excused your battery with a finger in the doorjam of a Volvo to a seeker of a stranger who has questions. Smiled to untraceable answers unsure of how I slept last night knowing I could not rub the neck of the dog I always I knew I loved more than you.
ii. I argued between orange or blue in the kitchen, eyes in the windows open, magnetized to the smell of the rotting fall that soaked in your hair, in my bed, in the past, in the shallow sheets of the charming clay lipped kid.
The only thing I can say I feel for you is as blue as I was.
Blue as I felt the imaginary time you convinced me. The time
I dangled heirloom china
from the roof.
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Monday, July 27, 2009
My Summer As The Beekeeper
Broken armed glasses dangled
by my broken finger
during my summer as the beekeeper
I was a finger above my heart
circling the sound of the hive
flying away in the distance.
The bees, they flew
away from the shatter
of a bone in the hand
broken open for getting
everything they cried for
but never what they deserved.
Goodbye waving,
so as to never beg for honey.
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Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Raven
A raven is a record of the memorable movies filed under horror and Hitler’s rough childhood and reserved only for lone night-walking when the only unsilence was my breathing and a raven singing fear. Tonight, I don’t fear civil uprising. I don’t fear serial killers or rampant thieves. I fear truth from the mouth of a raven saying, “Wait. Wait. Stay. Stay.”
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Wednesday, March 11, 2009
Omnibus: Sulking cumulatively apathetic conscience.
On the scales of my shoulders sit
the most haphazard, mountainous clouds.
And I pretend that every night
I weigh my worries to my wages
in libraic poundage til my arms
are too tired to feel
which side is heaviest because they might as well be
haphazard,
mountinous,
clouds.
Soon rather,
they slide back into the azimuth
looking to the mouth of a star,
a delta,
the eye of the world
to remind us of the proof
that everything we love
and everything we hate
will soon fade away with
every door slamming
exit from a storm.
I watch the sky more often now,
it is the reminder
to escort your worries
the truth that imbalance in humanity
will always be there, even if you open your eyes
because we can only see the world
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