Loose Words

Tea: Lapsang Souchong

Music: Nik Kershaw, "Wouldn't It Be Good"

Time: Night.

Occasionally, I find myself bereft of original thought. Good thing there's this little thing called "other people's poetry."

So, tonight, I give you Allen Heinrich, the Poet of Loose Park.

Company Man

Much as I make
of being moved
by the way light
will bend around
a certain curve
you possess;
of being animated
to the point of
aerodynamics
by a specific
shifting muscle
stress or shiver
of skin, I’m no
anatomist within,
as every minute
of your absence
has plainly shown—

It’s your company
I miss
most whenever
I breathe alone:
in essence:
an intimacy
too large, too warm,
too bright to rest
in merest flesh
and bone …

-Allen Heinrich

Want to see more? Allen writes on the sidewalks at Loose Park, usually on the east side near the ponds, and on the blackboard at Muddy's Coffeehouse.

And if you ever get a chance to hear him recite ... take it.