Poem by Luciole Press friend/contributor Scott Wannberg: "the raymond carver 2 step"
Posted by kluciole at 4/25/2009 10:20 PM 
Categories: National, Friends, Writing, love, Luciole Press, Art, Hope
Categories: National, Friends, Writing, love, Luciole Press, Art, Hope
the raymond carver 2 step
its when you think you've run
out of dance floors
and those hard to understand
walls
just demand
so much of your skin
when all the languages gnawing on your lobe
seem to go on and on
with nothing much to ask you
let alone teach you
its when the cold
steps into your underwear
the night turns its back
on your heart
its times like these
you need to feel someone
can ask you out into the unknown territory
someone to intersect his or her blood
with your own
there in the cries of all things dreaming
the fires i hear speak a common river
broken bones hibernate in cool oxygen
learning new rhythms
of skin
raymond carver
felt
the music in the silence of the music
he wore his river strong
when the i.o.u.s pile up past your throat
the firing squad spells your name correctly on their bullets
when the airplanes seem to want to crash on your head
and your head
only
times like these
raymond carver's feet lived in real earth
his fingers danced on the skin of stars
his people wanted their shot at song
even if their mouths were numb
he gave them a dance floor
even when they felt they had run out
he gave them longitude and faces
he gave them latitude and skin
he simply
gave
not sure when originally written.no date on this copy
revised slightly april 25 2009
- Scott Wannberg
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