stumble and fall / subtile colors of volume |
It was beyond beauty
It purged air from my lungs
left me without breath
left me with no words
left me without sharing this
It barely left me the wind required to sigh
It ...
Posted by Quod Scripsi Scripsi on Wed, 15 Aug 2007 04:54:00 PST |
Hold Fast |
The waves crashed through the wheelhouse
the maps washed to sea
the compass emits a death rattle
spinning in a flight to purgatory
all hands on deck
The dawn breaks
stormy seas remain
the gray of th...
Posted by Quod Scripsi Scripsi on Thu, 19 Apr 2007 06:16:00 PST |
Lawyers and Divorce |
I just signed on the X
on every post it
stuck to my divorce papers
50 pages
scanned in 5 seconds
7 signatures
to complete a transaction
8 years in the making
I might have missed some content
di...
Posted by Quod Scripsi Scripsi on Wed, 14 Feb 2007 05:21:00 PST |
reading drum music like chinese |
Just hit the note
Crack a stick
Make a knuckle bleed
Do not
explain the sentiment
drop names
or hand me a demo
Crack a smile when your
life is hanging on the winds
Destroy all shelter
&n...
Posted by Quod Scripsi Scripsi on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 03:03:00 PST |
Math, words* |
to view a face in awe, majestic still life
betrays the norm, succumb to fates demand
prepare a voice to evoke a response,.. too bright
*Iambic pentameter is a meter in poetry. It ...
Posted by Quod Scripsi Scripsi on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 02:29:00 PST |
beach chair in a parking space |
Winter is strange
when it lacks a frost
no dirty snow
that makes you hope
for a mild dusting
that early morning inch of white
that covers the mud
and blood
the sound is a murmer
and the ice is hidden
...
Posted by Quod Scripsi Scripsi on Fri, 02 Feb 2007 02:31:00 PST |
bloodhound |
The smell is a color
hold your nose to the breeze
sense the mood
feel the hue
track the source
call off the hunt
bay at a moon
shine like the sun
...
Posted by Quod Scripsi Scripsi on Mon, 22 Jan 2007 01:52:00 PST |
Feburary in New England |
The aluminum seats retain the cold
jack frost boot
kicking you
where it counts
bus stop conversations
cease to exhist
no banter
no loss of heat
adapt to the climate
see the thoughts
smoke rings...
Posted by Quod Scripsi Scripsi on Fri, 12 Jan 2007 03:11:00 PST |
. |
..Drop the tuning
step back
hear the synphony
become the music
become the noise
be the static
hold the rythem
without a tune
scan the clock
phone it in
break it off at noon
regain the stride
without&...
Posted by Quod Scripsi Scripsi on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 12:55:00 PST |
High temp Zero |
Always the weather
a good topic to most
slightly above freezing
not worth the voice
or science
yet it will suffice
a slow thickening
not quite hard
not too soft
not quite right
=...
Posted by Quod Scripsi Scripsi on Fri, 22 Dec 2006 03:16:00 PST |
