and of the Fall, man speaks nothing. |
in a crowd of strangers,where torn hands guide gilded bodiesto that unbearable light,we talk in whispersof this and of thatbut more importantly,of where to go-- the café's are all closedwe take a stro...
Posted by on Tue, 19 Aug 2008 01:55:00 GMT |
ALASKA |
He stood at the edge of the river and stared at his reflection in the water. The wind was gently coercing the surface of the water towards the bank, creating ripples that made his face hazy and distor...
Posted by on Fri, 04 Jul 2008 03:27:00 GMT |
Shadows Find These Streets at Night |
Shadows find these streets at night
While a reluctant breeze teases
Withered leaves and lonely branches
Like some subtle whore.
An old drunk stands at the door --
Worn jacket and frayed smile.
He walk...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 10:40:00 GMT |
declaring the end from the beginning |
we sit in chairson a rooftopwhile the sun falls beneath the oceani hear a radio below ussomeone singing -- you can't outwait fateblue hits me and i can't see youi hear meaningless moansin paris i had ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 19:18:00 GMT |
Locusts, Fire, and a Plumb Line |
This is not the first night we have spent,Lying underneath the stars, counting and crying. But tonight, something seems vastly different.There is a certain earthen mist that isSucking at our insides t...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 19:25:00 GMT |
I’ll Be Leaving Today |
I'll be leaving today (or maybe tomorrow)In search of a place yet untouchedBy the hungry hands of man.Wherever I go, I know that I'll be followedBy no one, followed by none.But sacrifice is that well ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 19:24:00 GMT |
Wholly Unholy |
I sleep with windows open.To wake to soundsOf rain slipping of branchesOnto sidewalks.And the grey mistThat creeps into my roomStirs me with a sudden chill.In the morning,A child's soft laughterDraws ...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 19:23:00 GMT |
When Snow Falls |
When snow falls (and darling you knowQuite well that it shall),And the sun no longer rises to meetYour lingering gaze, yourCaged birds will yearn to sing to youA song that once soothed the riversAnd g...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 19:21:00 GMT |
