Sunday, March 6, 2011

Another Canvas / new poems 2011

None Of What Happened, Happened (for Charles Maxwell Anderson)

i can still feel
the bricks of a house
built along the rise of,
not atop, a hill

i can still see
boys in a short driveway
standing around in
KISS makeup

i can still hear
your father's records
through the floorboards
of your room

i can still smell
your mother's cooking
through open windows
of carefree summers

i can still summon
these senses and dream
that none of what happened,

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