Poems from Rubi Drake
I have found new ways to shape your view of the world
I am a sculpture born from the hand of the master
I am a crushed fistful of lapis...
Above and below
Is there a sun that I really know?
Going down on the edge of what we see
Dipping slowly beyond you and me
Heaven is...
Now all the maps are gone
I am the sailor who sings a new song
I am pulling up the anchor.
I am unfurling the sail
I am the only hand on...
Still and quiet.
What a joy it is to know nothing about my own nothingness.
Shelled in my own elaborate cave.
Hermetically sealed in a...
Purple cat wears a hat
It's made of finest silk and when he creeps through streets at night
It's not in search of milk
He's the kind of cat...