With a lead point
That’s almost worn down
To its wooden base
I try to sketch a little room
That in my dreams I gave chase.

As it takes shape on paper
I paint the inside of a house
That I now see spills over around me
Off the canvas
Onto the the floor
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Woman
Take me to the springside
Talk to me
Show me how to ride
Your merciless inclines
How to get lost
In your welcoming folds
Woman
Take me to the wellside
Teach me how to lower
The honey-laden dipper
How to hoist & heave
In your name.

En tierras familiares, de nuevo
De repente
Visto y olvido, no visto
Y aquí está
Como una bofetada en la cara
Que te deja dormido
Y te vuelves a olvidar
Aire que respiras y te deja
Sin respiración.
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How shall I fill in the last
Page of this notebook?

A memory carry-on loosely bound
Together by an overstretched

Elastic band; lonely, dog-eared
From coutless days of faithfulnes

Ink-blotted from wet
Smudges on its back

I thought a few lines of reverence
Would do the trick

I thought a cartrigdeful of
Squiggly markings

Would keep it satisfied
For the night

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With a penny drop I remember
With aloofness I seem to remain
The city that stirs below me
The lights of which
Crawl down a lane.

I’ve come to see it all
From a distance
As though my feet had stalled
On the ground of tiered asphalt
Soil of history’s gnaw

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