by Darryl Price
1. Everyone disappears.
2. Stars map themselves.
3. The moon fills her bathtub over and over. You can't watch it for too long or you go mad, shouting, "Just get in, get in!"
4. The ghosts of certain broken poets stand under apple trees and lean their hands on the ragged bark like they are plugging in their guitars and building a railway. Why don't you know what this means down the road for all of us?
5. You can actually count the grains of sand if you can get far enough away, but this still won't tell you the secret name of immortality. If you say that living name alone you will explode forever. Hearts are broken by the sun.
6. The world will not listen.
7. I've decided to continue to paint your memory. Like a moment before the end of summer's daylight, it seems the right thing to do. That's where the most beautiful colors mix themselves onto the earth's neck and shoulders like swirling angels.
8. Please. Don't cry. I love you. I'm not dying anymore. It's just the sad song's words coming out to look for mates in the high grasses. A light to match a light. A billion lights to match a billion more. Come through the flames, my love.
9. The signaled noise we make is more beautiful than any instrument ever made or played. Don't forget.Choose. Don't forget. Don't ever forget. Oh please. Ah. Yes.
10. By the river of us we are realized and let go of again and again . The moon told us so. She will retell the story for all time.
There Are Words Lying Unused in the Grass(a draft)
For my mother
that can never be played with by anyone's
shaking tongue again. I can't help these things
regain their real life prominence in the cut
to the bone sad-eyed world. It's not up
to me. There is a fleeting shadow I
thought I recognized out of the corner of
my stranded eye, but if it was only
you then I suppose this is only me.
We were able to clasp our lives together
once for a windy moment like wings on an
eagle. In spite of the pain of that
connection's burlap rub against the exposed skin of
my throat I might not regret this one
abandoned patch of lost summer's light because I'd already
fallen through that fire into another life. Now
life's rain song has turned time into yet
another arrangement of many long miles to go,
I will carry you home with me. That
much goes without saying now. I'll lift you
to their arms up in the waiting sky.
By Darryl Price Monday, June 24, 2013
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Things can be reduced, but we must still find meaning in between the clocks that grow up everywhere like mushrooms, or else we end up lost in a faraway timezone of the heart. Might as well tell the truth. It's better to be the one who spoke it than the one who denied it. And besides, our loved ones need to hear it often as possible from us.