Behind Beyond

Behind your eyes is all
I must imagine,
but I feel no hope
to do so, to set my ideas
within you or build some city
of my figuring. I'd rather just look
at the windows
without assuming some landscape
or weather
or crime scene
beyond.


by jerry gordon
11.16.10

Each One

The wind blows
cold today, but
the sun reaches down
from beyond our heavens
and touches my eye
with its shine,
touches my face
with its warmth.

Like a carpet of gold,
10,000 pages of poetry
spread out at my feet,
each one describing
its own fall
to earth.



by jerry gordon
11.9.10

Loop Line Lyrical

Exiting the Loop Line
in Kyobashi, I'm held
by the smell of lavender and wax.
My heart scans the platform,
looking for your lips
or throat
or fingers. But,
it's all rushing
salarypeople here.

So, as to not waste
any gift from the sun,
my heart expands
the space the shape of
three loaves of bread
into a small room
decorated with the furniture
of my longing.



by jerry gordon
11.18.10

The Days of Burning Buildings

In the morning,
I want to burn the city down,
leaving the marrow of rot
to run the streets of man's disasters, but
by lunch time, I see the shine
in an idiot's eye looking
at some item of my hatred
with such sincerity
that a seed of doubt
blossoms in my brain.

By dark
I am smiling within
the insanity of
friends,
love,
kindness
and collaborators in beauty.

I sleep and float through infinite meetings
within that perfect
forgetting,

then. . .

I wake
and feel the need
to search for matches
yet again.



by jerry gordon
11.7.10