BLUE ROCK XXXVIII
come to times between lovers
where you could put up garden produce
tend your orchard come to places
students prowl the night coming where my
ex-lovers who have been painters, musicians
and actresses practice in their studio where
you never find gratitude even after
pain comes to the hotshot nexus
so close to my origin where you aren’t one
I remember coming to a touchstone
in the silt of infancy where a mirror image
does not complete the whole hereafter
encircling that mystique of skirts and frills where
I sought an archetype that would be you
BLUE ROCK XLII
Crawling into conservative suits
for work, we bid on homemade
ice cream and finally understood
why my grandfather’s recipe was
so highly esteemed. Crawling into
the living room, I could not see my
own merits when competing with
rivals draped in tailored clothing,
swimming pool club memberships,
and new wheels. Crawling into the mall,
I glimpsed behind your golden façade
and recognized motions to consolidate
power. Crawling into a seething rage
just below the surface, you unintentionally
confirmed with your own statements.
Crawling into a sunny morning where
construction workers were already
present, I found whatever intimacy
I had shared with you was turned
against me. Crawling into a tattoo
studio, I forgot your name.
BLUE ROCK XLV
Next exit, there is nothing of the girlish dimension
when I speed on at sixty. Next, her glance hints
she knows intimacy as I speedily don a rubberized green
apron. Exit, where Peter has his boat torn apart
to make extensive repairs, I gain speed on reagents
with certified purity. Next, as though parking
upon hard and vast distances of fracturing snow,
I speed behind safety goggles. Exit, the bad boys are
at such an advantage I speed along glass tubing.
Next, I will never have to speak as I exit into
the cement wall of a cemetery T-intersection
at one hundred and twenty-five miles an hour.
BLUE ROCK LXVI
When swaggering air swirled to fetch us, you
misread my feelings over the past
half-dozen or so years. When swaggering air
assured we’d soon be back together,
you insisted these were loans, not gifts.
When swaggering air configured prayerful hands
laid over my heart, you acknowledged
for the first time, in past tense, we were ever
lovers. When swaggering air disclosed more secrets
than you realized, you sounded as though
breakups are all the same. When swaggering air railed
against a position you’d eventually claim
as your own, you asked about future contact.
When swaggering air raised a wall between us,
my fortunes changed dramatically.
BLUE ROCK LXVIII
It’s a mistake for you
to writhe in the passenger
seat before your irises
blaze anger and you dart,
shamelessly mocking me
to ultimately excuse your
wreckage. It’s a mistake
for
you to gush on the phone
about a new lover, until
my subdued inquiry,
"So how can you use him?"
draws you off-guard into
uncommon frankness,
"Oh! In every way!"
before recognizing
my ambush. A mistake,
also, to counter: "Hey!
I don’t like the sound
of your question!" It’s even
a mistake for you to threaten
you’ll summon body pickers
to the graveyard. More a
mistake
for me to ask little
or nothing in return, veiling
my reason for relocating
to Baltimore. It’s a big mistake
for you to claim the telephone’s
just disconnected so you can sleep
uninterrupted, rather than your
cover-up for unspeakable
betrayals. A much bigger mistake
for me to consider you my lifetime
soulmate when it seems I’ve been
little more than your bailout option.
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