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Edward & Rod: The Brother's McKuen. Photographed by Diane Kopperman, May 2002 at BB King's New York City

A Thought for Today

Even age and time take on sameness with age and time.

 

FROM the¨BOOKS

Today four poems from In Someone’s Shadow and one from the album Sleep Warm.

August 27

Hello,
I’m here.

I got through one more night
of jacking off and late, late shows
                   and sleeping pills
your doctor has prescribed for you.

I’ve arrived again
          to turn your coffee on
and feed your cat
        and take your last night’s garbage out
and other menial tasks,
like making love to you
before you've had your morning bath.

How like that regiment of men
who’ve passed down through your life
                    I must be.
You crack the whip
as though you’ve had a ten-year practice,
barking your commands
like the whispered sighs of love.
I’ll never break the chain
that I might rattle it
                from time to time.

I wouldn’t call my life with you submissive,
it’s nothing more than giving back
some of the hope I get from you sometimes
          when we’re making love
                  or eating popcorn at the movies
and you smile at me and not the pictures.

Still, I go softly
when it’s time to go
and not wake up the neighbor’s dog downstairs.

I’m good at exits.
I leave them laughing like Durante would.

I never fight back any more,
      though that’s what we all want,
a fight that proves we’ve each been wronged.

I’ve learned that when love goes
there is no one you can blame
unless it was The Book of Job
               or Whatshisname.

October 3

If you had listened hard enough
you might have heard
            what I meant to say.

        Nothing.

October 7

When we’ve finally learned to love
who’ll teach us to hate again ?
And what will we begin
to break down first,
our bodies or our friends ?

Like cats that claw
amid the chaos of new garbage
will we become adept at hate,
good enough to call ourselves professionals ?

Or will we go like gypsy vagabonds
seeking out new targets every night ?

October 14

It will be Charles Ives winter.
You can tell that even now
by the way the branches tremble after dark
and the wind rakes up the leaves,
saving the rain the trouble.

I’ve not yet become an expert on myself
though I thought I was a time or two.
But I’m willing to drop my mirror for a while
and hold yours up to you.

I have the winter just beyond the hill
           to help me.
It will be a Charles Ives winter,
        full of holidays
               for someone.

- from "In Someone’s Shadow", 1969

The weekend looms again and I’ll be back tomorrow with my weekly Pass it Along feature. Sleep warm.

RM 10/16/2002 9:56 PM PST Previously unpublished

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All hills and gullies
mounds and
         little mountains
you rise up early
      in the night
In dreams so real
that sleep and waking
meet, dissolve and blur.

A sacrament you are
        made of salt
and tasting not unlike
cinnamon or soda water
as I pull you to me.

A meal you are.
A meal you make of me.

We devour
one the other
as though we were
some hungry giants
having fasted
all the winter
hungry now for spring.

I see no end
to this stored-up appetite
           this emptiness
that only loving
up and down a lifetime
            will fill up.

I have wished too much
or just enough
        to bring you here
almost to the final step.

One meter gone
or one mile away
           you are
just out of reach
or too near
to make perspective work.

- from the album "Sleep Warm", 1974.

 
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