poems: Paul Farley

[supercheesegirl]

F sent me this--it came up in today's Poem-A-Day email from poets.org. He said it reminded him a bit of my new work. I agree-this has some wilder language than what I've been doing, but I need some wilder language. I really like this poem and I'm hoping to track down a copy of Farley's book.


Dependants
by Paul Farley

How good we are for each other, walking through
a land of silence and darkness. You
open doors for me, I answer the phone for you.

I play jungle loud. You read with the light on.
Beautiful. The curve of your cheekbone,
explosive vowels, exact use of cologne.

What are you thinking? I ask in a language of touch
unique to us. You tap my palm nothing much.
At stations we compete senses, see which

comes first—light in the tunnel, whiplash down the rail.
I kick your shins when we go out for meals.
You dab my lips. I finger yours like Braille.

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[birdmaddgirl.livejournal.com]

love it