Poem...it's been a while |
A daze upon the bloated white belliesof cloudsfloating across the shimmeringof still waterfull of all that they have taken inwith a mouth that can devour a boys dinnerbut with a swallow that refused...
Posted by on Wed, 15 Apr 2009 10:39:00 GMT |
Sylvia Plath - Interview & 'Lady Lazarus' |
Strange to hear my voice from my past life. I recommend the movie...but take a seat in the back...it doesn't end well...except, I guess...hear I am...so, nevermind...it ends perfectly well...well...c...
Posted by on Fri, 20 Feb 2009 18:22:00 GMT |
Poem...in the making.... |
In a moment
made infinite
Upon a ripples bud blooming
lingering in folding, overturning into some watery cocooning
I can stare, through this glare without a blink
Watermark this pl...
Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 08:33:00 GMT |
Poem...under construction |
There is a feather on the wind
who has taken off without it's bird
Who has taken off without it's bird?
never not been
heard
How can we think
something so absurd
Atlantis Yielding 2008
Y...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jan 2008 14:09:00 GMT |
Not even a draft yet.... |
Plastic Petals There is a rose that waitsby the windowsilllike babies breath, the shroud bouquets the chillwith no expiration dateShe wonders how she got here Her face given to a 40 watt sunWatercolor...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 14:57:00 GMT |
Christmas in Snow |
Christmas in Snow
Snow fall creeps
Mountain peaks
Down upon the merriment
Memory to taunt this single flame
Standing here waiting on the train
Snowfall feels like rain
These carol...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 13:40:00 GMT |
Upon my parting there |
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Upon my parting therebeneath the cast of every staremagic's held between the stasisand the many, many faces phasesFrom ear to ear appearances are fulla sliver through a beamshone withi...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Nov 2007 02:07:00 GMT |
Within Our Glass |
I sat there in a swiveled chairturned like the blades of a ceiling fanabove mecircling a breezearound me
I watched my pet anoliin his glass casesend a mating signalto an apparition haunting his ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Nov 2007 18:32:00 GMT |
I dont know yet... |
One big projection
upon a revolving movie screen
my soul, teeters on some axis
unknown to me
yet all known by the I
my name, dying in the evolution
each moment brings
let the credi...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Nov 2007 19:18:00 GMT |
Poem Forward |
Forward
Between the ranks
dissension
round the clock
a tension
to plundered dreams fall in, oh for hundreds
everywhere
a flank
to metals glare
these quarters seldom seem to bounce
in...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 16:48:00 GMT |
