Category Archives: Art

Flight

After we met
there was so little time
we couldn’t help but give in
to the eloquence of language
and follow it
to the natural conclusion
of a hotel bedroom
where we gave each other
nothing we wished to take back.
And when we parted
there was a conspicuous
absence of sorrow—
a painless
almost joyful goodbye
without complication or tears.
No silly declaration of love
to muddy the future.
No trouble understanding
distance, borders, boundaries.
No confusion about silence
and how it would live between us
now that the sky has taken him—
along with the answers
to all the questions
I will never get to ask.

 

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
1-5-19

 

 

Let’s Try This Again

I am here
alive
numb
failed mother
failed wife
cheater
the other woman
mother fucker
cock sucker
home wrecker
raw
wild
unpredictable
honest
to a fault
poet
communicator
capturer
of nature
nurturer
I am alone
lonely
a loner
lost
in the fist
of poverty
caged by fear
ugly
stupid
to believe him
to believe in love
this is not
going anywhere
nowhere
this is a crisis
a fling
this is
the meaning
of meaninglessness
this is emptiness
emptied out
inside out
on the floor
not even close
to suicide
life
punishes
I accept
I deserve this
I wonder
I ache
I remember
the feeling
of hope
the way
it looked like
happiness
was possible
once
long ago
I think
I can feel it
see it
find it
this time
if I try again
if I stop looking
in all the wrong
places.

 

 

 

DeMaris
12-10-18

“Melancholy” by Edgar Degas, 1874

First Encounter Under the Tree of Knowledge

Adam must have wondered
what was happening to him—
must have felt a great emptiness
inside his whole and perfect body
when he woke from the unpleasant
and unexpected duplication
of his flesh and bone.
Imagine his shock
to see Eve naked beside him—
neither of them aware that her body
was built to receive his,
or to create the cause
of every single human heart
that would beat and love and die
and beat and love and die—
and Adam must have wondered
how Eve’s soft and delicate body
would smell and taste and feel
against his,
and you can imagine her curiosity
equal to his,
and her willingness to explore—
and we can believe with all our hearts
that after they discovered how
the puzzle of their bodies fit together
Adam would have sacrificed his rib
all over again
and Eve would agree to give birth
to a hundred billion children
who would blame and punish her
for wanting to know more
about all this beauty—
where it came from, and why.

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
11-19-18

God Talk

Of all places, a bar
the week after Easter
six women, six men
talking God, talking Jesus
recapping the resurrection
one of the men, of course,
doing most of the talking
and I was so close
I could reach out
and touch his clothes
if I wanted to,
if I wanted to
challenge that faith of his
if I wanted to
ask a few questions
about the mission
god had chosen for him
which was to spread
the Good News like butter
onto this bread of mine
to make sure every unbeliever
knew that an afterlife
was an option
in exchange for reason
in exchange for the kind of
common sense that says
you need to seek forgiveness
from whoever it was
you hurt, injured, or wronged
instead of from a man
who lived and died
fourteen hundred years
before the invention
of the printing press.
So instead of begging
for anyone’s pardon
I head for the door
that leads to a light so bright
it took ten million years more
than just one day to be created
and no one in the world
has ever existed
who I’d ask to pick up
and carry all my burdens
and while they’re at it
pay for my tab.

 

 

 

DeMaris
4-10-18

Damages

Back at home
there are two
pencil drawings
precious
small
old
black and white
sketches
a gift from a friend
who means
something to me
but I can’t decide
what
kind of frame
would be best
and I’m standing
in the aisle
deciding
whether my choices
are as black and white
as these frames
so I take my time
make a decision
proceed
to the checkout
where the cashier
is careless
and scratches
one of the corners
says to me
all you need to do
is touch that up
with some black paint
and I say
you know that dent
is never
coming out

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
12-18-17

Melting 

He says he loves me
whatever that means–
could be
on his bucket list
to fall
for a girl
who could seduce him
with words–
but now
he’s in too deep
to take it back
since he knows
I’m willing to turn myself
inside out
to please him
and to prove that every
accommodation
I make for him
is just the tip
of an iceberg
he alone is melting.

 

 

DeMaris
4-16-17

Photo by Ansel Adams

Balance

It’s off
and you know it
and there’s
just no way
to settle it tonight—
so you go to bed
wondering how
you could have
been so mistaken
when you put
a little black
into the white
expecting
the painting to
become a little
more exciting
with shadows
so close
to the light—
but you ruined
the tone
and the mood
and the whole entire
sky is wrong
because
it wasn’t supposed
to look like rain.

 

 

 

 

 

DeMaris
4-4-17