letter

My uncle, who has prostate cancer, says

that you know it's you there talking about when the

room for consultations is shut tight

and your pee trickles out like wasps from their

late summer hive, one yellow twisting head at a time.

"It's the same reason I keep the Chinese character for love

on my door because you never know when you need your

dick again", he would tell me. You never know

when you've grabbed at a thing that's missing;

the faint scent of a tulip at the end of it's life cycle.

The red and blue leaves falling off like letters.

It was that trick he did with the wire coat hanger

and the penny to show to me the centrifugal laws, of life.

That there are times within the cheapest of misty

spins like faith, or burning, when the penny holds it

place. And you behold the shock

pupa that constricts and wont let

you empty.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"you grab onto a thing that isn't there....like losing limbs and still reaching for them, scratching them...when something is missing but we refuse to acknowledge...like a loved one no longer there, but we still reach for that person with our words and arms.

[Cory Barrett]

A great one , a great one

[Taylor]

Oh my God! This is an amazing poem. Every line is packed. I envy the fluidity and intensity of your writing. I'm sure you're not interested in typos, etc. and are already aware of them, so I won't go there. Thank you.

[Ed Hart]

fearless and compassionate...watching you turn up the rheostat is like watching the sun come up in the morning

[W.k.kortas]

I can say without any fear of contradiciton that I've never seen a comparison of pee and wasps leaving the hive before, and I can further attest that I will not see it expressed so elegantly ever again. The interweaving of life and its few final bars is haunting, but not in such a way that we are smacked about the head and shoulders and told to weep, goddamnit, and gnash your goddamn teeth while you're at it. This is a subtler, quieter thing--and, as such, more true, and more poignant.

[writing mojo]

it's the silhouette of space in time traveling
that some vagabond one day well known scientist,
rode rails to come up to theory within the haze
of fossil fuels..in DNA breaking down to dreams elemental//excellent

[h d e rushin]

thank you dear brother....