Jim Carroll
A Fragment
When I see a rabbit
crushed by a moving van
I have dreams of maniac computers
miscalculating serious items
pertinent to our lives.
Little Ode On St. Anne's Day
You're growing up
and rain sort of remains
on the branches of a tree
that will someday rule the earth.
and that's good
that there's rain
it clears the month
of your sorry rainbow expressions.
and clears the streets
of the silent armies...
so we can dance.
Poem
Yesterday you past
into your lips... your hips and your breasts a
poor unconsummated memory.
we spent sick days
was tragic sometimes
sometimes was silly.
but sometimes it was on a sweet log
on a long walk after dinner
in your windy warm energy jeans.
fingers touching.
Love Story
The penalty for desertion
is death by a firing squad.
I'm saving you this trouble
enclosed is a pistol.
loaded with only one bullet.
squeeze the trigger once.
perhaps nothing will happen.
but squeeze a second time...
a third time...
You see
I know the games you love.
The Tenth Try
I owe a lot to someone
I've watch her tear
full like an icarus
it was like a star
which is the sun
who is me.
it won't be long
that I will look up
and feel the sounds again
that i pretend sometimes
that they are gone forever.
the steps are simple
to talk in this universe
you must feel each one distinct
as if someone had died
their faces designating each constellation.
you realise
what connects that time you spent
lying on the lawn you remember
is not so long before
and, say, the beauty of the statue
you saw last monday an angel there
her lips hung over the garden, the stone garden
that connection
is not so easy finding it
in one's mind
and yet the solution
is but a clue... the garden, the stone garden...
to all you have meant to me
and why this is so.