Shadows in the glass |
Tonight there are shadows in the glassit does not show the expectedreflection refracted by the maskof darkness until now undetectedtonightthere are shadows in the passing, pregnant thoughts Iforgot to...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Dec 2009 19:58:00 GMT |
No Justinian |
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Angels pushing out the feathered gate
are naught but circumstance we make
as every swelling sunset scene
requires the forethought to have been
I remember how you threw me 'gain...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Dec 2009 19:57:00 GMT |
Morning After |
For hoursmy skin smells of your sweatto me like roses cooling in the afternoon shadeor smoke from embers sighing lowWithout warningit buries itself in my breathand the hairs stand up on my spineone by...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Dec 2009 19:50:00 GMT |
Embers (to endure must have air.) |
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A season for stirring from the languor of these streets
after fleet abandon as it does its best to leave
no more at rest here than a kestral in a cage
molting way its whi...
Posted by on Sat, 26 Sep 2009 12:01:00 GMT |
Near Dry Bay, Alaska |
No longer shells that all the seas may shatterin carapace careening toward our makerbroken fragments ceding to the sandfrom which new vessel's are begunI remember beaches smooth and graywith no horizo...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 20:36:00 GMT |
Ink |
A blank page:I just don't see it.Spires reaching skyward 'neath a broaching sunlight like seaspraylike hot, dank, breathlike being young; your whole life aheadCauseways and arachways and driftwood, ca...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Jun 2009 20:29:00 GMT |
Milky Way or Why you're wrong about my going to hell. |
A chorus of candles for the evening's keepto measure the vastness of the vacant seacosmic campfires out across the valewhose epoch the mountains could not begin to tellthis vision to each of a billion...
Posted by on Thu, 14 May 2009 22:29:00 GMT |
Good men go quietly |
Good Men Go Quietlyunder-rememberedby thousandswhile we are making planssoft as ash'til they are whispersin the cornerof an attic roombleached bonesunder a staggering skywould seem a monumentbuilt for...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 22:19:00 GMT |
A Letter for Me |
Building bricks for mortalsas if the best of both worldsa sepulchre of seemingamidst steeds shallow gleaminga burden and a brandto ink these idle handsblue like ice for veinsa thin line all the sameth...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 22:14:00 GMT |
Confessions to the sea in the sky |
The constellation of my constant chordlike lover's beat or murmured worda chalice of what chance will cedelike gathering only fallen leavesThat perfect purpose we shant shall knowlike lost confessions...
Posted by on Tue, 21 Apr 2009 22:08:00 GMT |
