you are the angel of light
who ruined the world
wine
blunt
bed
balloon
micron of onyx
atom of pearl
clio urania
calliope
nine muses
swimming
star-fall
fountain-break
mother of all
colors
vespers
transom
consciousness
slayer of day-worlds
pause before
insanity poetry kiss
open touch
caress
cry out
in the night
you are this for me
you are this for me
now then
always
---------
gnomon
question mark's disinvention
lower case apostrophe s's silent
gesture of a shout
hysteria recusing itself repeatedly by
anesthetized thump
landing as a rock to the head
boulder
avalanche
kiln fire
thrown pot of a moment's
momentum falling
from the source
material
the
paragenetic sequence found
in mineral
formation
alchemy
witch-hazel
pore cleansing
true
definition of
what it means to be
slate
curvature of planets and skies
meeting like fingers under
the blanket of the night
all this
as
the bottle of
white wine in the trunk
presented itself too
warm to guzzle immediately
and we
ingeniously determined
we'd take the chance
to drink it over
gas station ice
in a to-go cup
in the hourly motel
you called the mozy-wozy
whispering you have
to marry me
ice sometimes called rocks
tumbling clink
conch of cold lips tingling
whispering brushing
bottom fleshy opening
of the mouth
waiting to be bitten
sect and cult
are not synonymous in
delivering the difference
between now and what
we want our nows to be like
sea urchins
having been proven
to exhibit
personalities
from
reticent to outgoing if
studies are to be
believed
i turn
our bedroom
doorknob closing
opening
drop into bed with you
and go
parts of a sundial
you are the parts
of a sundial
the disk plate and
the gnomon
the triangular blade that casts
the shadow without time
screaming
we are the flames
orange
heat is oxygen's
fault
---------------
knead the ground crawling - -
unlicensed urban ember
when
the future
stretching
tip
to blind
finger
tip
sees
fields
of sightless farmers
pairs of collapsing
matrices
broken servers
hexagons
epiphora of
nectar and light
deaf mute beautiful lonely
earless
eyeless
webless
guileless
persons
every-one
is a migrant
for love
a blind plowshare
a ruby calamity
a lost fire-handler
a true rural destiny
bent over furrowing
and tied
considering
adrift
bee abandonment
pillory
beyond legion
beyond lust
beyond flags nationality
partisanship
label
redaction
each becoming one
with what is left of us
dirt
the rain-catcher's prayer
a square
of sacrosanct soil
the ground under us
all that a
human is
turning over
in our stalwart windway
hands
flue
open land
last gift
tomorrow
blue house
how will i ask
how will
you find me
-------
may these poems help
to keep you warm
and may you always have
more wool than a lamb
i wished
as we walked into the target
on i30 and eastchase pkwy
that the cashiers and the
cashier's registers and
the cashier's manager's
till-balancing spreadsheet
software could understand
how rich we were in love
bounced checks aside our
empty pockets intimately
understood the timeless
twin stars we were soon
and always forever to
become and as prophesied
now becoming by the light
of the disconnected electric
bill burning in the mirror of
the cashier's antithetic eyes as you
jumped on the roof of your car
in that valero parking
lot between our apartment
then on fort worth avenue
and the world's smallest
farmer's market and you
matching perfectly
the mythologized reimagining
of the first time i ever saw you
between bites of sea-salted cashew
on the roof of a car in an
oak cliff valero parking lot hollering
i can whip any of your
motherfucking asses and
your hair and your eyes
were identical and the exact
color of stone on fire
backlit by the fast-setting envy
of a fast-setting summer sunset
if stone on fire were the centerpiece
of bellerophon's family crest
before perseus and heracles
were ever born and i knew
instantly and simultaneously
as we should all know
and hold tight in our hearts
you could whip anyone's ass
including heroes with giving
and helping and teaching and light
first-sight cliches and references aside
and i knew then as i know now
i love you forever and all the
pure-hearts in this whole
world and all of reality too and
i loved and they cheered for you
on the roof of a car in an oak cliff valero parking lot between bites of lime
soaked corn on the cob
witnesses' adoration and disbelief
licking at the beachhead of your feet
and i loved you even then
BIO: Paul Koniecki hosts Pandora's Box Poetry Showcase at Deep Vellum Books in Dallas, Texas. His chapbook, Reject Convention, was published by Kleft Jaw Press and his poems have appeared in a variety of journals and anthologies since 1985. Richard Bailey's film, "One Of The Rough" contains several of Paul's poems and was shown at The Berlin Experimental Film Festival in December of 2016. He once featured at the Fermoy International Poetry Festival in Fermoy, Ireland.
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