Archive for April, 2012

d.1 / d.2

Posted in best of GJK, Northern Lights, poems 2005, UW-Marinette with tags , , , on April 11, 2012 by GJK

d.1

she takes up

another stone

places it on her bent

shoulder, stoops forward

a little more to balance

the weight.  always

she is doing this

inexplicable thing—

bearing others’ burdens.

one thing i know

for certain—she

is a better person

than i.

my shoulders are

too thin—

wretchedly

horribly thin—

to do what she does.

when i try to analyze

the difference

between us

my only conclusion

is that she knows how to

love

much better than i.

GJK, 20FEB05

d.2

she takes up

another stone

her shoulder sinking

her frame straining forward

to balance the weight.

she is always doing this,

bearing burdens for others.

she carries so much

that does not belong to her

laboring faithfully

often thanklessly

and i am mystified

by her tenacity.

under such a weight

i would stagger

topple

fall broken

to the ground.

GJK, 23FEB05

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muddy fields

Posted in no-mad poets, poems, poems 2001, taoist with tags , , , , , , , on April 11, 2012 by GJK

passing time

in the killing fields of earth –

decay in every speck of molecular substance.

killing time

in autumn’s blowing mist,

killing time

passing the day in sickness

decay in the teeth and lungs and heart

we are all dying from that first moment –

that first spark of conception

is purity unsurpassed…

ragged vagabond clouds press down

suppressing summer’s openness –

heaven hides behind a veil

as the hunter

strings his bow.

Orion’s cartwheel dance

blurs galactic star-shine.

passing time

in the muddy fields of harvest –

plants disintegrate, molt to soil.

killing time

in solace of rain,

and subsequent soak of skin

renders dim delinquent desire.

 

 

GJK  Oktober 2001

ugh

Posted in poems 2012 with tags on April 6, 2012 by GJK

ugh,

it’s those

god damned birds

again.

chattering?

naw,

baying

hounds of hell

is close,

but

really

more like hordes

of

normal

people.

GJK

sixth of april 2012

doom-ku (we’re all gonna die)

Posted in haiku, humor, no-mad poets, poems 2012, taoist with tags , , , , , on April 5, 2012 by GJK

 

1.

 

now ’tis supper-time

slate-grey dawn shatters golden —

terror-sun looms mute.

 

 

2.

 

gloom swells the unknown

doom is certain so we dance,

obliquely hopeful.

 

GJK

2APR12