by steve porter
I had to force myself to read the poems in order today I wanted so badly to read this!
"as you lay shivering and wet
scared on the face of matterhorn
that you could not quite climb."
I read this scarred on the face and loved it
but scared is right on
...as usual, steve. so many lines here that stir. great reading.
I love "you were your own ghost/and free..." An excellent existentialist work. I'm tired of Steve writing so damn many great poems!
"dharma drunk and desperate" - I have a feeling that phrase will be stuck in my head all day. Damn, that's good!
but it must have been another poem. Oh well. I like it and I knew I would.