anchor’s away!
I want her to throw away the anchor.
She wants me to go overboard with it.
-zumwalt (1991)
I want her to throw away the anchor.
She wants me to go overboard with it.
-zumwalt (1991)
the analysis of falling
when going down it pays to plan ahead
and calculate the moment of impact if there is going to be one at all.
It is not so good to remember how it started
or to speculate on how to stop.
the best thing to do is enjoy it.
and if you can’t enjoy it, make notes.
-zumwalt (1991)
i look at a note I jotted down
a thought
a revelation
an expression of truth
I trace my fingers over the loops and bends
I cannot remember what I wrote
and I cannot read my writing
-zumwwalt (1991)
She serves yogurt
Stupidly, like a dying man stumbling into a life insurance office,
I asked her out.
“What night did you have in mind?”
“Thursday would be best.”
“Sir, I don’t know how old you think I am but I am sixteen.”
Stunned, I made no reply and she took it for composure
and said yes,
warning me that her mother would have a fit.
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slabs of concrete
grab pen man hold tight as might can put the reigns in teeth of steel in jaws of iron neath mind of gold unmined steer this silent steed sub-subway speed over common ground which tread upon was forgotten remembered and cast incautiously ... permanently? ... coherently? such hunkish chunks of memory unevenly into hand-picked brick-thick quick-hardening slabs of concrete
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backpack and acolyte
with you on this trip
although suspicious of where you’re going
helping you carry suitcases you can’t lift alone
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