the poem from hell and love.

 

 

 

This morning I drew two circles on

a piece of paper and called it moons.

I was desperate.

Now I need evidence that won't expire

with the law.

You don't have to be from Detroit

to know that there's more heartbreak

than someone returning a ring.

And quiet as it's kept, this little

experiment with circles only proved

that the details of the Neanderthal

were the details of far more than

representation. That the burnt stick

blues in 4x4 time, that means four

bison in the meadow, was love being

expressed. As was expedience and that

which is opportune in this world of

trying to make sense of shapes or lights

in the cave of night.

 

2.

And we will find it easy to carry away the will

of flowers or sweet blossomed trees in the deep

pockets of self-righteousness and call it romance.

Or name poetic whispers in the dark of moonlit sky's

as a secret mater of esoteric doctrines, knowing we

have no warm place to put it. I am known by my

insecurities. And none more glaring than my

handwriting where my letters, after K, seem

to drift off like a cluster of red berries. And my L's

followed by my O's can look the same as hand puppets.

And I am not sure they are not.

 

3.

If I only make a few circles from the rostrum of

anecdotal accounts; and it frightens me to know

that you and all of this, that all of this and you,

are bound to the sweet coffee spirals of a

brimming cup of love,

then protuberance,

then hallucination.

And I shall shout my affection from the grave site

of Yeats like Kama, the Hindu god of love, and make do with

poems written in pressed silver

on recycled Walmart

copy paper.

 

4.

I need you poet.

You are my ear; my things bounded together.

 

My dew.

Reviews

Oh how brilliant your words each time are dana, "Neanderthal" and those bisons, paint vividly what you trying to say here. (for me). The full circle, (once I wrote the Cycloid)... of love and live... is here within your words sweet poet... as we need you too!

- Elisa

[Shmoke-Sifted Heftlande..]

I am about to take a risk, curing my hyperacusis may rob me of my jedi powers
I found a holistic neurologist...my friend's aunt

never worry about being abandoned by a poet or losing your superpowers...you are obviously born to heal..your learning curve is an obvious sign of that

spectacular progress with this piece...

my mother got a birthday card with a harp sewn in gold string yesterday..she also got a book called the journey to heaven...part three reminded me of that and printing out her and her husband free silly free birthday cards

I'm an infant at this love stuff...if it wasn't for geniuses like you, I'd be hopelessly lost

p.s. that ending was pretty sweet

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you are so good...and the last two stanzas are perfection...

from neanderthal poets to the beats to the beaten up poets of today...we need poetry. always have, always will.

[Corset]

YOUR phenomenal Dana. What more is there to say, what more can I say? If I had a million dollars I'd buy up all the rain, and there would never be rainbows to disappoint us. I'm toasting you right now with Mountain Dew, literally :)

[writing mojo]

These circles you posses and trace in gender posies speak of universal truths, a secure being in (have and have not) glue... attached to the broken wing mobile angels that fly in the love strung spinning room....you are truly amazing dear spirit born poet, truly amazing

[zainul]

Enjoyed the brimming cup of love.
Wonderful work.