I wrote these poems after listening to a Lana Del Rey album I had never heard before. I remember “Video Games” from when it came out ten years ago. Feels like a long time …
Anyway, this blog is nothing if not eclectic … But these things are kind of clever, don’t you think?
— AR
NFR LDR, Moments After
Moments after I said it I must have been in a car On my out. She had said it And so here we are, did not crash car. Here we are so she said it, LDR, Norman fucking Rockwell, Crashed car did not, on my way out. Moments after it must have been I had said it, I felt, Norman fucking Rockwell, LDR Outstretched to did-not-crash. I did it she did not, when I heard it, I said it she did not, on my way out. The hand outstretched, she had said it, Here we are, she had sung it Until today in my car I hadn't heard it, Hadn’t been ten years, hadn’t, Moments after I had been in my car. How strange, the hand outstretched, A different face, moments after …
Love Song For Son
I had been in the room When you'd come home, Computer dumb, code Recursed to explode, But opted only to close It and set it down in the heart Of some blanket mess and go To see you, so the day could start. It would have been five o'clock And I'd been working since eight. It was getting dark and the clock Would stop at a minute's height And you'd come rushing down Through the door like the hallway Was steep slope of mountain, though It was flat floor, and say What you'd done with your day, Say and dance and run off. The house is to run and to crash, way Forward and way back, have To take a photograph To keep it from running off ...
Glass Man In Front Yard
Suburban Zen: My meditation cushion's Still good to sit, though I don't. Suburban God: Jewel and robe Had decorated upper wealth, Hope you have help. Suburban Spring: Lawn to be mowing — No, but right now dead, Only green in my head. Suburban Form: Platonic plant Insensitive to sun, Nowhere grows But still lives, On little water. I have only my self now to alter, As the earth's tilt adjusts to love. What was it I was thinking of? A car comes round the corner.
Letter Cluster In Praise Of The Future
For Mariah
Place-names, flower-loops, Body-promises in echo caffeine, Held hard drives in bouquets, Wire-dreams, this skein of home Seethes, this steam saves. Dinner of a thing Called spaghetti with sauce On plates, this theme The house relates — a little sleepy, But it's late. I haven't gotten Good sleep, I who love sleep, Who love you and the years, And the kids, but this ASCII art of a rose Set best in text to beep across as screen-blip Prepares atomic saying as sign: The future, a world-emblem astir.
Your poem about your son brought tears to my eyes. That is exactly what it’s like being parents--how our kids crash around the house and into our hearts.
I saw you posted poems and I made myself save them til the end of the day. Worth it!! They’re so good!