Night one

 

 

Love is blind.

It blinded me in the yellow of the crystal

where my eyeballs, silky dry for the dreams

of summer, could see and watch - watch and see.

Missing you only matters now if you can be  crossed out,

magic marker style, in lime.

 

Meomory can do that. I haul yours around like

a harem of old children, faking out your fantasy as I go.

Someone spills a tear on my shirt/someone with

supernatural powers.I acknowledge them as they too

run off.

 

When it's dark I wont rhyme words standing in the

blinding cold. The oculus wide open at the dome of the

poem shows the glint of real night. Being sightless is a

kind of pubescence where the whole moon covers itself

with hair then dives,

dives

 

like Hendrix live, when after you rocked yourself into clover

you ran home to swallow hard as if resplendency and shining

shadows were the Redhouse blues of wildflowers. Where

everything asphyxiated was just my apparent

melancholy as was the rising again of the sun and stars

which, by the way,

 

were just the reappearance of dead folk

pretending life thru Rosicrucian occult wisdom

where the spirit is the tiny, sweet rose blooming

in some fucked up, broken glass orchid

marked by your blush.

 

Detroit came to visit me this morning

with your same silent treatrment and

monkey meat filling the stomach of the boas.

And me,

 

breathing hard so the corset can be

tied tight, tighter still;

my blue tities the same

color as the sky.

Reviews

Your sense of language, and unique style is so remarkable dana, every time I imagine myself and my interpretation in your words, they remain for a long time in my head and dance, and let me fly, and let me think. I enjoyed the powerful details, so highly sophisticated.

It is a real pleasure to read you.

- Elisa

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

God I've missed you..I don't need to read this multiple times to review..I'll do that afterwards...I've made it a point to read at least three of your poems a day..I'm actually printing this one out and putting it on my best friend Jack's fridge..I'm gonna bring my own magnet
I think I learned quite a bit about molds and still shots from you
I learned as much about having heart as I have about literature
the way the stanza about hendrix spills into the rest...it's like watching a drop of blood hit the ocean and spread and reverberate and fuse in metaphysical slow motion
f*****g brilliant ending

I need to study this one

[Emily B]

I'll be coming back to this one

soon, soon

[writing mojo]

So, So powerful the images you rewind on strings of sentences, like fishing the salmon colors of our collective mind out for a swim in the spaces between the lines, some of us get caught up in your perfect flow , others go deep to find hidden meaning, and feel your pressure... and then there's the ones whom just float away in the tide of your time, let the current take them where ever the blues in the body allows them find, I am that wondering vessel dana....thank you for the journeys your words now and to come allow....you never stop amazing me

[Tree]

Ah, man. This piece is going to hang around me for a while. Sprouting all kinds of images, at the seat of my imagination. I just took it slow, one stanza at a time (your work challenges me that way). ....''Missing you only matters now if you can be crossed out, magic marker style, in lime.'' I don't know why but I keep wondering about the significance of the lime colored magic marker. and just settled on that being someone's favorite color, probably yours. And as I continued I realized each stanza was standing on its own; like a string of little autonomous islands, yet all sharing the same sea. Note those last two stanzas kicked me in the solar plexus, knocked the wind out of me ... but it felt good, real good. Know what I mean? great piece, dana

DPaz

[Circe]

your poetic essence just flows and flows..... it is one with the night... i am so overwhelmed once again at the imagery in this... how you can make such magic with a mind and some words.. it blows me away... and i like to take it all personally.. to deepen the affect, and i know my heart is reacting... it wants to go in all those directions you illuminated.. i can only hope to catch my breath after this.... so stunning..