January 21, 2008


I hear
your voice again

as light
trapped in ale
at the lips of old men

a net
for words in
the low grass of my throat...

                                             Pablo, see

playing Kung Fu
on the roof below

two Newyorikan kids in black giis
and a blond Ukranian girl in toe-shoes

the boys
are showing her
how to kick like a grasshopper
how to move her arms like a praying mantis

September sun
is flooding the western sky

                         and wind
                         is cool

slipping down
my comprehension
like a ghost I thought had abandoned

its old routes between my sleep and the outer air

—Paul Pines

Posted by dwaber at January 21, 2008 01:48 PM