if i get away
this time
if i get it right
this time
it's only
a matter
of time
before
i get it wrong
all over again
if i get away
this time
if i get it right
this time
it's only
a matter
of time
before
i am wrong
again
Sunday, November 30, 2008
centipede
what a miracle
umber
translucence
rippling
along
the floor
rubbery
segments
all work
like a wave
couldn't bare
to touch
wiggly
tentacles
repulsed
fascinated
a beauty
awesome
fearsome
tiny
perfect
specimen
my reflex
to destroy
then
despair
the loss
umber
translucence
rippling
along
the floor
rubbery
segments
all work
like a wave
couldn't bare
to touch
wiggly
tentacles
repulsed
fascinated
a beauty
awesome
fearsome
tiny
perfect
specimen
my reflex
to destroy
then
despair
the loss
environs
too mute
to be noticed
to thick
to compute
but the thick
butter of loneliness
is spread
across
your back
it presses
as you sit
in your chair
and stare
into a crazy
moiré
of sacrifice
and delight
hiding
in the
dark
corners
smelling
like
mold
and old
newspaper
sensing
the moist
uncanny
humidity
ocular
rigidity
macular
degeneration
mix
from across
complementary
atmospheres
ether
far
ether
near
simultaneous
broadcast
dot
com
dot
comma
glaucoma
coma
coma
coma
starving
for a burst
of appreciation
from a
tiny
apparition
popping up
in the corner
of the LCD
capitulate
reciprocate
iris
dilate
brightness
blinds
pinching
the brand new
smell
the mildew
in the box upstairs
next to the bed
filled
with mementos
and receipts
and unpaid
bills
scraps
and
fragments
addressed
to the
undersigned
it's like
a byline
autographed
and
inscribed
sincerely
those crinkled
metaphors
and memories
play
a tune
like clanking
clothes
tossing
in the dryer
the heat rising higher
sign off
before it's too late
to be noticed
to thick
to compute
but the thick
butter of loneliness
is spread
across
your back
it presses
as you sit
in your chair
and stare
into a crazy
moiré
of sacrifice
and delight
hiding
in the
dark
corners
smelling
like
mold
and old
newspaper
sensing
the moist
uncanny
humidity
ocular
rigidity
macular
degeneration
mix
from across
complementary
atmospheres
ether
far
ether
near
simultaneous
broadcast
dot
com
dot
comma
glaucoma
coma
coma
coma
starving
for a burst
of appreciation
from a
tiny
apparition
popping up
in the corner
of the LCD
capitulate
reciprocate
iris
dilate
brightness
blinds
pinching
the brand new
smell
the mildew
in the box upstairs
next to the bed
filled
with mementos
and receipts
and unpaid
bills
scraps
and
fragments
addressed
to the
undersigned
it's like
a byline
autographed
and
inscribed
sincerely
those crinkled
metaphors
and memories
play
a tune
like clanking
clothes
tossing
in the dryer
the heat rising higher
sign off
before it's too late
Sappho
all the songs
sung
each measure
every line
a melody
a phrase
in your name
each stanza
eroded
each fold
corroded
because of
neglect
and fear
oh Sappho
your spell
is not lost
the powerful
fragments
remain
from that dust
from those chips
compose
arias
suspended
in the amber
of our mystery
each fold
a desire
each fragment
a myth
every lost moment
truth
I dance to
the skipping
record of your prose
I jerk
and toss my hair
at every break and tear
drops of
your mortality
lay before
my destiny
oh Sappho
my beauty
my song
sung
each measure
every line
a melody
a phrase
in your name
each stanza
eroded
each fold
corroded
because of
neglect
and fear
oh Sappho
your spell
is not lost
the powerful
fragments
remain
from that dust
from those chips
compose
arias
suspended
in the amber
of our mystery
each fold
a desire
each fragment
a myth
every lost moment
truth
I dance to
the skipping
record of your prose
I jerk
and toss my hair
at every break and tear
drops of
your mortality
lay before
my destiny
oh Sappho
my beauty
my song
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
the stone
little stone
kicked
rolls
down road
inside
same as
out
unless...
a geode
a fossil
a vein of
precious
mineral
wedge
fissure
with
moist drop
freeze it
crack it
open
like a clam shell
exposing
that most exquisite
kicked
rolls
down road
inside
same as
out
unless...
a geode
a fossil
a vein of
precious
mineral
wedge
fissure
with
moist drop
freeze it
crack it
open
like a clam shell
exposing
that most exquisite
manual of style
a structure
with a void
to hold
a certain mass
a volume
something
I can drink
from
something
to find
in the unkind
mind
with its
jagged apostrophes
unjustified parentheses
and most
egregious
ellipses
forever confusing
the feminine and masculine
actively modifying verbs
with no hyphen!
find that angle in the barber chair
where the truth no longer aligns
with magnetic north
it becomes
a moral compass instead
but the red light
in your head
keeps flashing
clashing with the gaudy
chandeliers
that hang
from your
self-importance
your impotence
disguised
by a carnival
of lies
the bitter bombs
the delicate wrists
the pomegranate
fragrances
rub out the musk
mumbled mantras
break your ears
unfolding fears
and jaded
jealousies
in every shade of green
with a void
to hold
a certain mass
a volume
something
I can drink
from
something
to find
in the unkind
mind
with its
jagged apostrophes
unjustified parentheses
and most
egregious
ellipses
forever confusing
the feminine and masculine
actively modifying verbs
with no hyphen!
find that angle in the barber chair
where the truth no longer aligns
with magnetic north
it becomes
a moral compass instead
but the red light
in your head
keeps flashing
clashing with the gaudy
chandeliers
that hang
from your
self-importance
your impotence
disguised
by a carnival
of lies
the bitter bombs
the delicate wrists
the pomegranate
fragrances
rub out the musk
mumbled mantras
break your ears
unfolding fears
and jaded
jealousies
in every shade of green
the mall
what creature sprawls
across this cornfield
spoiling its yield?
what menace
lays its tentacles
over our prairie grass?
mirage dance
on asphalt
patches
baking
keep life
from seeping
sticky licorice
bubbles
burning nostrils
cough
dazzling shines
vulcan teeth
sneer
devours
society
inside
they wander
and slip
tossing their
fortunes
across
acres of
beaming
terrazzo
across this cornfield
spoiling its yield?
what menace
lays its tentacles
over our prairie grass?
mirage dance
on asphalt
patches
baking
keep life
from seeping
sticky licorice
bubbles
burning nostrils
cough
dazzling shines
vulcan teeth
sneer
devours
society
inside
they wander
and slip
tossing their
fortunes
across
acres of
beaming
terrazzo
Ami
the ficus
stands
in the living
room
branching
out
across the walls
avocados sprout
profusely
to decorate
the hall
along
the carpet
moss and mold
grow plush
enshroud
in between
her shoulders
thorny disasters
creep
the spikes
tickle
and pierce
simply
day-to-day
confused
pruning
unspeakable
decay
most times
she goes
crawling
to the safety
of the dirt
all but stripped
of her skin
she burrows
deeply in
stands
in the living
room
branching
out
across the walls
avocados sprout
profusely
to decorate
the hall
along
the carpet
moss and mold
grow plush
enshroud
in between
her shoulders
thorny disasters
creep
the spikes
tickle
and pierce
simply
day-to-day
confused
pruning
unspeakable
decay
most times
she goes
crawling
to the safety
of the dirt
all but stripped
of her skin
she burrows
deeply in
aloft
I place you up
where angels
faint
dizzy
celestial
fireflies
flicker
and die
this dream
comes
my world
is clothed
a blossoming
chimera
inside
fitful
silence
pricks
but I buy
the ticket
and quietly
take my seat
moth eaten sweaters
half-written letters
the juice is squeezed
from my effigy
it quenches your
mirth
the pattern
is stretched
wretched
where angels
faint
dizzy
celestial
fireflies
flicker
and die
this dream
comes
my world
is clothed
a blossoming
chimera
inside
fitful
silence
pricks
but I buy
the ticket
and quietly
take my seat
moth eaten sweaters
half-written letters
the juice is squeezed
from my effigy
it quenches your
mirth
the pattern
is stretched
wretched
Monday, November 24, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
I'm already here... reprise
I'd like to change some things I've done
go back and make them right
but it's too late
today has come
and I can't make it all right
I try to get on with it all
try to be good
but sometimes I just fail
I know that in the past
I've hurt those I hold dear
I pushed them away
instead of holding them near
what am I to do about it now?
the past is back there
and I'm already here
forgiveness is an exercise in humility
a ride down a lonely road
but it can heal you
you can heal you
when the anger swells
forgive
I forgive you
I'm already here
I'm sorry you're still there
I'm sorry for hurting you
I'm sorry for trying
I'm sorry for shopping
and not buying
I'm sorry sometimes
for my very existence
I'm sorry for loving
I'm sorry for distance
the question is
after all
can we forgive
and not forget
can we relive
and not regret
I forgive you
for hurting me
now forgive me
for hurting you please?
go back and make them right
but it's too late
today has come
and I can't make it all right
I try to get on with it all
try to be good
but sometimes I just fail
I know that in the past
I've hurt those I hold dear
I pushed them away
instead of holding them near
what am I to do about it now?
the past is back there
and I'm already here
forgiveness is an exercise in humility
a ride down a lonely road
but it can heal you
you can heal you
when the anger swells
forgive
I forgive you
I'm already here
I'm sorry you're still there
I'm sorry for hurting you
I'm sorry for trying
I'm sorry for shopping
and not buying
I'm sorry sometimes
for my very existence
I'm sorry for loving
I'm sorry for distance
the question is
after all
can we forgive
and not forget
can we relive
and not regret
I forgive you
for hurting me
now forgive me
for hurting you please?
Saturday, November 15, 2008
telling lines
i see your words
and they whisper
through the lens
and the iris they
flash on the retina
blending
every color
reflecting
every hue
i see these worlds
with a torch alight
though it bends from
refractions exposed
to my very soul
blending
ever longer
reflecting
ever true
and they whisper
through the lens
and the iris they
flash on the retina
blending
every color
reflecting
every hue
i see these worlds
with a torch alight
though it bends from
refractions exposed
to my very soul
blending
ever longer
reflecting
ever true
Friday, November 14, 2008
loathe thyself
crutch
of a mask
clutch
the past
like a clown doll
separate
from myself
a
tear
tear
away
the fear
in shrink wrapped
shreds
find
a path
to simplify
simply
to be
the
only
one
who knows
who knows
exactly
how
it
satisfies
and then
deny
it
it
never
hurts
it hurts
to try.
of a mask
clutch
the past
like a clown doll
separate
from myself
a
tear
tear
away
the fear
in shrink wrapped
shreds
find
a path
to simplify
simply
to be
the
only
one
who knows
who knows
exactly
how
it
satisfies
and then
deny
it
it
never
hurts
it hurts
to try.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
delicious
you coat me in caramel
you sauté me in cream
I am your onion
your magnetic dream
my fingers project
future phantasm scenes
in your palm pudding
and whipped seeds
lick the luscious
caramel coated me
find the apple
inside my tree
I revel on your jaw
chew my soul raw
steam each part of me
bit by bit
take up every flavor
cover your tongue
and savor
sweet and sour
rich and thick
lick, lick...
lick.
you sauté me in cream
I am your onion
your magnetic dream
my fingers project
future phantasm scenes
in your palm pudding
and whipped seeds
lick the luscious
caramel coated me
find the apple
inside my tree
I revel on your jaw
chew my soul raw
steam each part of me
bit by bit
take up every flavor
cover your tongue
and savor
sweet and sour
rich and thick
lick, lick...
lick.
winter wind
it stalls over my house
bitter
and unrelenting
a breath
of such
intolerable force
that I
no longer
bend
but break
in its
menacing
miasma
the days
are shorter
assured
but you are there
and you have the switch
in your
hand
you have a blanket
a warm broth
steaming
but you resist
and stand away
as I crumble
in the cold
of
a
winter
day
bitter
and unrelenting
a breath
of such
intolerable force
that I
no longer
bend
but break
in its
menacing
miasma
the days
are shorter
assured
but you are there
and you have the switch
in your
hand
you have a blanket
a warm broth
steaming
but you resist
and stand away
as I crumble
in the cold
of
a
winter
day
alchemist
the property
you bestow
upon
my chemistry
beyond the scope
of the
normal every day
I'm written in
your recipe
your elements
compose
my slow
reaction
stirring
in the quake
of absolute
infusion
heated
by a burner
cast
amid
your crucible
and cured in your fire
I am yours
alchemist
I am your stone
I am yours
my philosopher
yours
you bestow
upon
my chemistry
beyond the scope
of the
normal every day
I'm written in
your recipe
your elements
compose
my slow
reaction
stirring
in the quake
of absolute
infusion
heated
by a burner
cast
amid
your crucible
and cured in your fire
I am yours
alchemist
I am your stone
I am yours
my philosopher
yours
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
as on
fog ascends
around
chipping crust
ghostly owl
sounds
burrow through
damp
smell
surrounds
whispers
of waters
slipping
breath
taken
eyelids
close
earth becomes home
around
chipping crust
ghostly owl
sounds
burrow through
damp
smell
surrounds
whispers
of waters
slipping
breath
taken
eyelids
close
earth becomes home
half stolen poem
he flips his blade
within
he blends
as he deepens
the furrow
crazy crimes
rage and fade
love is his name
within
he blends
as he deepens
the furrow
crazy crimes
rage and fade
love is his name
shell
sunrise
sea shore
sand
into
brine
coasting
fishing
wishing
could
this beach
give up
just one
glorious
memento?
one
revelation
from
its
ever
deepening
indigo
sea shore
sand
into
brine
coasting
fishing
wishing
could
this beach
give up
just one
glorious
memento?
one
revelation
from
its
ever
deepening
indigo
first line stolen
pearly everlasting
dealing in delight
this phantom
echoes
eternal
song
within
my mute
heart
dealing in delight
this phantom
echoes
eternal
song
within
my mute
heart
party
a girl only gets so many parties
so many streamers
and balloons
so many walks
on a sandy shore
so many kisses
good night
by the door
time takes a turn
these blessings
it can devour
and a woman
only celebrates
what fate
she consecrates
in this age
she can only compel
the imaginary
so many streamers
and balloons
so many walks
on a sandy shore
so many kisses
good night
by the door
time takes a turn
these blessings
it can devour
and a woman
only celebrates
what fate
she consecrates
in this age
she can only compel
the imaginary
joy
bubbles
emanate
they tingle
and tickle
as they pass
lightness
as tight
as spheres
that
ascend
burst
in blasts
of laughter
emanate
they tingle
and tickle
as they pass
lightness
as tight
as spheres
that
ascend
burst
in blasts
of laughter
practice, practice, practice!
folded up with regret
but not one to neglect
this tickle
of emotion
known
awfully
as love
this affliction
this addiction
that kills
over
and
over
and
over
because you
never actually die
you just
get beaten
up
beating
up
the heart
that
beats
instead
of retreat
instead
of defeat
you just
come back
for more
and more
and more
and more
but not one to neglect
this tickle
of emotion
known
awfully
as love
this affliction
this addiction
that kills
over
and
over
and
over
because you
never actually die
you just
get beaten
up
beating
up
the heart
that
beats
instead
of retreat
instead
of defeat
you just
come back
for more
and more
and more
and more
soul kitchen
stove
like an onion
layers of grease
the paper
of garlic
collected
beneath
kitchen
bares scent
organic desire
a little bit burnt
on too hot a fire
tiles paint floor
like checker game
every move made
just more same
floor creak
songs break
faucets leak
geometries set
constellations
near chairs
napkins
folded
repeated
white blasts
then a prayer
like an onion
layers of grease
the paper
of garlic
collected
beneath
kitchen
bares scent
organic desire
a little bit burnt
on too hot a fire
tiles paint floor
like checker game
every move made
just more same
floor creak
songs break
faucets leak
geometries set
constellations
near chairs
napkins
folded
repeated
white blasts
then a prayer
parting gift
the last time
i saw
the last time
i looked
the last time
i felt
it didn't
make any difference
it didn't
change a thing
nothing to
change
something
so it gets better
than nothing
so it gets less bitter
unless it’s better
less bitter
so it gets better
i saw
the last time
i looked
the last time
i felt
it didn't
make any difference
it didn't
change a thing
nothing to
change
something
so it gets better
than nothing
so it gets less bitter
unless it’s better
less bitter
so it gets better
retreat to art
it's easier
to hold a paint brush
or a pencil
than a hand
or a heart
it's easier
to relate
to light
and shade
than a tear
and a sigh
salt dissolves
paint dries
a canvas torn
still has more
to offer
than eye
to hold a paint brush
or a pencil
than a hand
or a heart
it's easier
to relate
to light
and shade
than a tear
and a sigh
salt dissolves
paint dries
a canvas torn
still has more
to offer
than eye
ms.
uppity
bitch
slut
cunt
babe
hot
dizzy
whore
hag
nag
old bag
bimbo
shrew
crone
witch
ditz
dumb blonde
shrill
a real
dog
bitch
slut
cunt
babe
hot
dizzy
whore
hag
nag
old bag
bimbo
shrew
crone
witch
ditz
dumb blonde
shrill
a real
dog
it's all a lie
i said
because it is
and it never was
because i said
so when
does it end?
and why
did it begin?
so then i say
whatever
and then i think
never
because it is
and it never was
because i said
so when
does it end?
and why
did it begin?
so then i say
whatever
and then i think
never
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