Explore Poems: Love

to the tune “mu lan hua: magnolia”
 After tonight, what’s left of you is you

moving into my dream. Outside…

相离徒有相逢梦。门外马蹄尘已动。
怨歌留待醉时听，远⽬不堪空际送。

今宵风⽉知谁共。声咽琵琶槽上凤。
⼈⽣⽆物⽐多情，江⽔不深⼭不重。

When Sarah Vaughan pipes from the great American songbook,
I forget time is dragging my body from one…

I created more loss where I meant to make less.
Created more debt where I meant to make depth.
Created…

constellations of dimwitted substrate
twinkle like formless apparitions.
i keep walking forward
so your…

You’d never call the branches
arms, though in certain
lights don’t pine and man
look like hands

conjoined…

I’m in Shartlesville
Eating air-chilled wings in the sleeper cab
I took the contract because the devil…

I went to Ulta Beauty to buy perfume
I was horny and I wanted the universe inside my nose
The lit shelves…

Mixed greens. Purple onions. Banana
Peppers. Tomatoes. Avocados. Mayonnaise. Pepper. Sourdough.
A stranger…

I don't know what it is,
but I distrust myself
when I start to like a girl
  a lot. It makes me nervous…

The guy with dreads, in nothing but boots,
stands shoulders above the passing men.
A few dart for him,…

Today everything
in this smoky love
seems false to me
from the two glazed pools of your eyes
      where…

I think that I shall never know
Why I am thus, and I am so.
Around me, other girls inspire
In men the rush…

I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands…

If love be staunch, call mountains brittle
Love is a thing will live
So long, my dear,––oh, just the little
While water stays in a sieve.

Yea, love is deathless as the day
Whose death the stars reveal;
And love is loyal all the way,
If treachery...

Come, let us plant our love as farmers plant
A seed, and you shall water it with tears,
And I shall weed it with my hands until
They bleed. Perchance this buried love of ours
Will fall on goodly ground and bear a tree
With...

What if you come
Again and swell
The throat of some
Mute bird;
How shall I tell?
How shall I know.
That it is so,
Having heard?

A man by the name of Skinner becomes famous
for keeping caged
        pigeons, whom his clock feeds or starves
        at random. Their tiny twitching heads exaggerate until...

I know it won't be received
Or sent. The page will be
In shreds as soon as I have scribbled it.
Later. …

In our first house-let in London, she drew on the tablecloth to create
a calligraphic feast. Our friends…