Poem 60 |
60. The chair is empty nowA cavity silence eating my background noiseDrilling quiet framed by the dark teething on a dying suns raysTendrils outlining the presence of absenceFilling in the spaces see...
Posted by on Fri, 05 Feb 2010 14:53:00 GMT |
Poem 59 |
59. I believe in screamsstrangled cries awakening fever dreamsorgiastic moans coupling with maniacal laughter and awe-soaked gaspsA reawakening of sound after a forced hibernationbursting into the air...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 01:22:00 GMT |
Poem 58 |
58. Lofty spiraling flakes glint and sparkle
Overhead as the moon cuts them out of the clouds
Veering vortices dance down to your face
Ephemeral winter’s hoary tentacles carve and shape you to t...
Posted by on Mon, 17 Mar 2008 00:49:00 GMT |
Poem 57 |
57. Bombastic sirens break through the blue
Orchestrating themselves into a bass clef around you.
Orgies of harried notes falling into mournful phrases
Gathering letters bleeding out of the summer air...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Jul 2007 00:16:00 GMT |
Poem 56 |
56. Daylight's tentacles writhe inside.
I think of you from a frozen wasteland.
Snowflash blind walking icy crags at noon.
Legs of a monstrous millipede sliding through
alabaster earth towards the
und...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 00:25:00 GMT |
Poem 55 |
55. Night screams outside the window
gaunt wings, clawed feet, scratching hands
scuttering, scampering, screeching
boiling away in an underground sea.
Sheet fires burning through stone, brick and gla...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Sep 2006 16:14:00 GMT |
Poem 50 |
50. The moon's silver fingers swim up through the deep
gently pry open our bedroom blinds
crawl across the floor and
caress your body.
You sigh.
Humidity glistens and rivulets run towards shadow
in ...
Posted by on Mon, 04 Sep 2006 00:10:00 GMT |
Poem 51 |
51. Twilight sleet shivers.
The sweat of last nights rhythms becoming chilblains as a mental sea engulfs me.
Cold needles puncture me.
The waves of a theologians religious ecstasy revisit me
Trying t...
Posted by on Thu, 31 Aug 2006 00:38:00 GMT |
Poem 52 |
52. The pieces seem to fall from the sky
Jagged puzzle contours fitting around pinwheel galaxies
reflected in a reedy marsh.
Waters shake apart, rushes quiver.
A thatched heat covers us even so
Clutc...
Posted by on Sun, 27 Aug 2006 23:56:00 GMT |
Poem 53 |
53. Hoarfrost tentacles scratch at glass with frozen landscaped gardens.
Bitterness flows through pane cracks bringing mad sighing and singing insideout.
Blood-waned light reverse melting from the fl...
Posted by on Thu, 24 Aug 2006 00:51:00 GMT |
