Timothy Liu Poems
|3.||During One of Mahler's Endless Adagios||11/5/2015|
|5.||Spring Is Here||11/5/2015|
|9.||An Evening Train||1/20/2003|
Comments about Timothy Liu
A room walled-in by books where the hours withdraw.
At the foot of an unmade bed a bird of paradise.
Motel carpet melted where an iron had been.
His attention anchored to a late night glory hole.
Of janitorial carts no heaviness like theirs.
Desire seen cavorting with the yes inside the no.
A soul kiss swimming solo in an open wound.
The self as church where the whores now gather in.