UNTITLED

why can't the trees be red
the desert wet?
the waiting is over
(dear)
the future is here
but looks like the past
the doors are open
but they are behind you
don't turn around
you'll miss what's next
the spacey cadet
is captain of your fantasy ship
no need to tip him
or your hat
he has taken me where
you didn't want to be
too bad you focused your attention
(full time)
on what you didn't want
your lovers and their now
have you in their middle
between them
and it is good.

-jim hill (1-12-09)

SHE MUST BE GOD

Because she
Now resides in
A 2 dimensional world
There is now a tear
Where the nipple should be.
It has taken
Someone
A lot of thought
To come up
With the idea of her
The perfect she
For me
It occupies
A substantial portion
Of my time
To get my arms
Around something/ (someone)
Who can’t be gotten
Nor understood
She must be God
As she lives as He
In an other-worldly realm,
Where I think in Her terms
But in a different context
And where Her name
Cannot be spoken
Where She cannot
And should not
Be looked at in the eye.
Scriptures from thy word
Of thy (my) mouth
Have been interpreted
And re-cast; whole
Lives to exist in what used to be
Her shadow and then
As one who leads others
To Her light
My head is severed by
Someone who cannot understand
A devoted heart –
For She so loved the world…
-jim hill (12-11-08)

I DRAG MY BLANKET BLINDLY

Have I banned the bayonet
Or forgotten how?
In the world of slow motion text
A scam of epic proportion
Threatens to overtake
Your mind and destroy
All thoughts, memories,
And excavations.
I’ve taken to wearing an
Aqualung to bed
There’s a protective layer
Of skin over my eyes
That’s taken decades to grow
I’ll protect myself
With this wall
And only occasionally will
I invite you in.
You can pretend
A deafness
At my invitation
But I’ll know that truth:
Your ignorance
Is something you’ve cultivated.
For a lengthy visit
I’ve chided you for saying yes
And ignoring my maybe
In another time
Our playful thoughtfulness
And life-lessons
Would’ve been admired
By old people
Whose world-view was
Limited to two-block
Stretches of freedmen’s town.

-jim hill (3-24-09)

Someday In Two (Axe)

No way to celebrate now
The end is nigh we’re told
Stanzas double up on us
The old mind
Can’t decipher codes
Like it could.
You have an ancient
Antique quality
Not seen in any
Roadshow. What may
Have been lost
Is now light.
As if we vaporize
And all that we were
Can’t be substantiated
Nor remembered. Doesn’t
That (my dear)
Make you sadder and sadder.
To take these ideas
To the tracks
To find the end of your perspective.

-jim hill (3-16-09)