POST GRADUATE

To  abundance

We heave a hale

and hearty and

Prosperous lexicon.

Cocktails on the hour

Giddy girls

In matching shifts

Giggle with delight

The borrowed and blue

in lockstep up the main aisle

The bride has urgency

In each fold

Of the pressed dress-whites

And the clock

Signals a hesitant

And bashful biology.

 

There will be no

Scream

No shriek

From the back of the glass-walled

Chapel.

No crucifix pulled from the

Wall

Insterted between

The handles of the door -

As the wedding

Party parties on -

 

On the door.

Benjamin

Doesn’t grab

A shocked -then grinning -

Elaine -

To make their

Way to the back

Of a getaway bus.

 

As I am (and always have

Been) Benjamin,

There can

Be no victory

That can’t be undone:

For me, the future was,

And has always been,

Plastic.

 

                                    -jim hill (10-24-09)

from you
now i go.
outward
in a circle.
to expand
beyond your reach
and scope
is important.
to go
where you
can't
but leave
the invitation
open
as my arms
hug the air.

-jim hill (10-23-09)

untitled

Let’s pretend
The clocks
Aren’t right -
Time has gotten so late
that the hands
Have grown into arms.

Age is – and has never
Been a factor.

There is a leaf
For every head
And an upright palm,
Smart for always
Refusing to make a fist.

I have no grudge
And have only forgotten
(recently)
how to hold one.

Smile,
simple tart
and the world
is your benign
crust
(a foodie
is to a trekkie
as space is
to a just dessert).

In the coming months
When the fairy-dust
Has been whisked from your pages
And the faintly red hair
Is pulled from the roots (and
Matching carpet
Migrates from the pouch)
You’ll thank me for not spoiling
The calculations of the most overblown
ceremony. When you die alone
I’ll come along
giving the appropriate,
and proper (unless you prefer
A proffer) stage-direction
And beg the prefect
For a courtesy-pass
to the defect:
Moment-by-moment.



-jim hill (10-22-09)

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)