fathers bible |
it takes mountains to reach you
beyond the outbound shores
and willowed winds
and yet the discovery leaves me enlcosed
upon myself
backwards and twisted
peels of a truthful reminence lapping into it... Posted by on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 01:14:00 GMT |
ashes laid |
we don't realize
when we begin
to slip away-
though the bell tolls
a comb brush
against the ear
(gypsies singing)
though your loose candor
(a steel shackle, binding lips)
though the faint are wicked... Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 02:01:00 GMT |
(a passion) |
it gave way in the rivers-
stench and dismay
clouding up our senses
as if (that)
the bust and barrell
that lie ahead
were rotten without it-
so I pardon myself
to the ground
waiting for you
to ... Posted by on Sat, 09 Feb 2008 01:52:00 GMT |
untitled |
The sun was blue this morning
so I dug a hole in the garden out back
and planted one of the bulbs we bought at Saturday's farmers market
I guess I wanted to see if I could taunt the sun
into bringin... Posted by on Thu, 08 Nov 2007 01:28:00 GMT |
digging down |
it might not be tomorrow
but when the sky breaks in two
and your empty tounge smears the words we used to worship,
I will ask this metaphorical love
to bury itself beneath a rock
and suffer its absur... Posted by on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 08:37:00 GMT |
when bones fall apart |
i can't watch you like this
its been months and
i've hidden myself from
seeing you
here
with a white
paper thin mask
covering the form of you
you have teddy bear bandaids on your hands
an attempt t... Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 17:09:00 GMT |
taken |
I saw a photograph
a field of poppies
bright, orange orbs
that sunk me into a place
where a boy rode a horse
across a grazing field
and mid moment
I was lost
surrounded by a smell of green
tha... Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 01:36:00 GMT |
side wall |
i want to love
a black cool
beneath the lake
a goddess
an angel water
as rain
tounges my silhouette
as I fall
easy and away
in a purple storm
composing language
like red smoke
recalling the ru... Posted by on Sun, 06 May 2007 01:40:00 GMT |
of Venice |
i'm sick of hearing the news blaring through my tv
all they give us are death tolls and expressionless grievences
so i mute it
and go here:
beside a venician bay
i dip my toes in the water green glas... Posted by on Mon, 23 Apr 2007 20:50:00 GMT |
is this real? |
you're laughing
maybe at me
watching me
write on the water
i write little
quiet words
unspoken words I want to shout
but don't
so I wash you with them instead
I let them sink into your ski... Posted by on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 02:14:00 GMT |