FOR SCOTT, who dreams |
followdistal, shining,she hangs starlike on purple billowsshe silverly makes her way through shadowshoney-drenched, crystal-sparklingtoo light for earth, too heavy for airsuspended betweensuspecting n...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 10:09:00 GMT |
FLIGHT OF THOUGHT |
the rhymes shoot forthi try to catch the waveof sound unlockedof mind unblockedfor surely by this gifti stand to savemy mind in quantrain perilously glidesand thus i have the consciousness to hidethis...
Posted by on Mon, 28 Jan 2008 17:53:00 GMT |
JANUARY 2008 |
and this is what happened to my life:first the rains cameand quenched the sunand all breathing stoppedand the stars were ashesand i was a prisoner in my own mindthen the sun rekindledand i rejoicedsti...
Posted by on Tue, 08 Jan 2008 04:38:00 GMT |
to my mother, long departed... |
BORNYou ate watermelon, they say,and there I waspushed out of place,still motherwarm.But let's go back...*You were nineteenand the small hard knot of me was sour in your belly."Too young!" you criedbu...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Dec 2007 12:28:00 GMT |
NEAR DEATH |
Breathe a word, your tongue will goYou're surely not allowed to knowthe hidden secrets~layers deepwe touch for moments in our sleep.It's God's domain, and once insideyou're surely not allowed to hidew...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 17:32:00 GMT |
GETAWAY |
That's twice you've made your getaway from me.Both times we know you took the road well-traveledAnd in my fevered dreams of you I seeA tender face, a hidden soul unraveled.Why this way? Why through si...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 09:12:00 GMT |
REFLECTION, OR LACK THEREOF |
You can't get something for nothing, they say,but I know that. Since whendid I offer nothing?I give all I have willingly, hoping in returnfor the smallest gesture: a kiss, a sigh,a tiny word, pe...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 06:18:00 GMT |
WORSHIP |
Take worship at its most essentialpower true as the lazy foresta symphony of storm in an elaboratepurple sky.No delicate vision of The Fallbut a shining road soaring aboveTimeto the white &...
Posted by on Sun, 16 Dec 2007 21:27:00 GMT |
ENCHANTED |
Doctor, you should knowthe disease is not always what it seems.These palpitations of my hearthave no organic cause,and the weakness in my knees cannotbe remedied by exercise.You would ply me with pill...
Posted by on Sat, 15 Dec 2007 08:48:00 GMT |
PYGMALION |
My eyes close down like afternoonand I see you, frozen, as youwere then.These many years have not changed you.I, your junior, am older, older,but you, Dear Teacher, remainthe same,refusing to change i...
Posted by on Thu, 13 Dec 2007 07:17:00 GMT |
