from Shy Green Fields
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
poetry
God is everywhere, cake is not,
which is why I like it, God says
and lifts his fork from the plate…
from Shy Green Fields
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
poetry
A duet built around the word help. As I am
a man, I cannot talk without my body, my
body keeps leaning into you.
from Shy Green Fields
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
poetry
The choreography is deliberate so we know where
to put our feet. What then, these intersections?
Your body is so literal: even unexpected, low…
from Shy Green Fields
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
poetry
Great song, as in not alone, think about
what's possible, not imaginary but picturing
the uncountable kicks of you…
from Shy Green Fields
2 December 2004
Vol. 4, No. 4
poetry
Being here. It's ok, to be here. The
grit that life has in it. It's mechanical
but I'm used to it. I feel the buzz inside
you, your body and laying beside it.