Texts: moving towards you, strona 1

I wanted to start Ex Nihilo
I mean as a review of sorts*.
It's too much of a burst for some,
Too unanalyzably simple for others,
As one called perspective that vicious
Doctrine, but is it: to know nothing,
To taste something, dazzled by absence,
By your chair, by the chair of Salome?
Or yet another familiar dedication:
To an idea, writ in water,
To wild flesh, on the surface alone.
To you who carried me like mail
From one house to another.
Now the cars go past the lake, as if copying could exist.
The signs shine, through the Venetian blinds.

Copyright ©: David Shapiro

*this might be a reference to the Book of Genesis

I am jealous of the sand

beneath you
around you
what you see

bright things erased lady
sparkling and traveling without luggage
liquidity
before X
you are tattooed on my back music
dies down

I too grew up in
the soft hands
of the gods

and a little donkey will lead them

Tears, tears, and I know
just what they mean
honeysuckles at night

I wrote this poem for you and haven’t lost it

Copyright ©: David Shapiro

As the poet said himself, "This poem was inspired by love, the ocean and the doomed donkey in Robert Bresson’s film, "Au hasard Balthazar."