Posts for ‘Poems’

The Last Word

For L. W.

Everything that can be said
  can be said clearly.

Everything can be said.

Is that clear?

Is that everything?

 

    Heart

The heart 
 is a thing 
 without rhyme 
 or reason.

Just a thing
 going on
 day after day.

And when all’s said
 and all’s done
 perhaps it all
 comes down to
 this.

Just the crazy
 goings-on
 to the little rhythms
 of the heart.

    Alive

Look, this is what you do.
 You make sense.

Look, you look, 
 you make sense.

This is what you do.
 You look.  

Look, you make sense.
 You do.
 You do make sense.

Look, you do look.
 Don’t you look?
 Don’t you make sense?

Look, you make sense.
 This is what you do.

This is what you do.
 You make sense.

This is what you do.
 You make
  sense.

This is what you do.
 You
 make sense.