NEW POEM |
THE FRAGILE OVERTURE OF AN
ENDLESS GOODBYE
I found a gum wrapper in my
coat pocket today, left over from the piece of gum I was chewing the last time
I saw you. I havent worn this coat sin...
Posted by on Sat, 23 May 2009 10:30:00 GMT |
BLINDNESS |
Young man,you arebright enough to see my lightbut are youfool enough to close your eyeson the days when you dont have anything to give?There is only one way in and one way outand that is through the ...
Posted by on Fri, 10 Apr 2009 14:29:00 GMT |
UNDERWATER |
She could not force herselfTo put down the wordsEven though the wordsWere long overdue.NeverNotNothingOverEndFinishSink.The space between certain wordsAnd their destinationIs ferociousBut so often dre...
Posted by on Thu, 26 Feb 2009 12:40:00 GMT |
UNTITLED |
With three million pieces of gravel from the roadI made a mosaic Of every day I have yet to liveOn the driveway outside of my house.It took me eleven days And seven hours To finish my masterpiece. I w...
Posted by on Sat, 31 Jan 2009 09:04:00 GMT |
100 THINGS THAT DON’T REMIND ME OF YOU (a poem in list form) |
-Jeep Cherokees-Moustaches -Mulch-Verne "Mini Me" Troyer-Iced green tea-Leather vests-The color yellow-Hip-Hop music-Bricks-North Dakota -Aluminum foil-iPhones-Tollbooths-My Aunt Helen-Dry grass-Anyth...
Posted by on Sun, 26 Oct 2008 18:06:00 GMT |
pilgrimage |
the last time i was in your towni walked from my houseall the way to your apartmenti knew very wellyou wouldn't be thereobviouslysitting on the stepsthat lead to your doori took off my left shoeand wr...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Sep 2008 11:09:00 GMT |
Another new poem... |
AND THEN IT WAS GONEWe metand I found myself in the middle of a landscapethat looked like a carnival underwater.The most beautiful blur.My body wailed for youand I never wanted to leave your side.This...
Posted by on Mon, 18 Aug 2008 14:50:00 GMT |
SEATTLE (a poem) |
On the shore of this stony beachI hear the echo of a lonely guitarstrumming beneath a choir of the dead in the seashell you hold up to my ear.Puget surround sound.It feels as though this hallowed grou...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Aug 2008 19:36:00 GMT |
THE TITLE OF THIS POEM IS... |
"&delicate equilibrium of periodical filth between two moons balanced" (william faulkner, the sound and the fury) OR june twentieth two thousand eighthere i am in this house again the twentieth of jun...
Posted by on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 16:53:00 GMT |
The Prodigal Lover |
I once went for a long walkin a violent summer stormand came home two years latershivering, drenched and cold.My darling wrapped me upin the bones and feathers of a crowthen left a trail from the door...
Posted by on Wed, 04 Jun 2008 18:16:00 GMT |
