Imported Poems

perched on my second
story window
sill a pigeon waits.
i hear it flapping its
wings every morning.
don't know why it says hi
it's been doing this since the end
of summer,
flying daily into my pane.

near a vietnamese restaurant
(mirrored across the street - "Saigon 2")
mashed straws and napkins grow
on the sidewalk and
a peckish sparrow alights
near tourists' pretzels ...

you said
i don't know how to love

maybe you're right.

i know how to
bend light and
watch it disappear
i can turn prisms
into death rays i
can darken july.

i have seen your arms become
wardens for your
heart, guarding you.
they used to hold but
now imprison me
never touching they bolt
me into myself.

there is a little white sheet over ...

i will stop
screaming if
you give me
the whole pi

you used to
love
me, i
used to breathe


before i
became
your piano and

you
changed my
pitch
surprised pleased
horrified me
with my
melodies

controlled
pedals and
keys, fine tuning me,
loving me
with a master's eyes,
a master's touch
ripples like no other

destructive suicidal
notes ...

nineteen times two
equals zero

we fight over those years
no
over the years
we loved now
we battle for the
memories
who gets custody, whose view will prevail
will you keep
christmas 2000
can we trade for that
summer night
who won
that fight

(why did we care)

would joint custody
work or is it too
hard to share,
will this ...