Monday, April 7, 2014

Equilibrium

Steam curling
Up from the kettle spout;
Around a portrait of the pourer
In early morning; clear and dark.
Red rim of the cup frames 
A change in its reflection;
Cream sprawling in
Black tea that’s steeped too long—
Inverted inkblot painting 
Of unnatural agriculture; 
Product of economy—
With no resistance
From the perfumed and perfect
Ancient leaves; earthy specks
That dance in white clouds like
Delicate wingless insects,
Unfurling and 
Unfolding, ceremoniously 
Swirling, impartially
In the thick, fatty
Sweet
Cream.  


Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Freedom of Forfeiture; Lightens the Soul and Enhances Wi-Fi Connection

Surviving on a pro-longed sentence
And paying 
Penance in pocket change 
To repair some wrong-doing, 
Wrought with freedom,
And the painstaking task
Of untying knots, and unlocking
Cuffs.
A precious lesson sought, 
In each maneuver
But we cannot
Live forever,
On a diet of kicks and chocolate
Fast food snacks, and 
Televised road trips
But let me have this temporary fix,
Feeling the fine hairs
On the edge of your neck 
Prickle up
Against my finger tips
And sparkling
In the light
Of another day spent
Wanting 
Whatever it is
That bends the knees of our dreams
Which grow humbler 
By each nick
Carved in the plastic 
Shellacked furniture we recycle from
Others like us.

On the plexi-particle board bed,  
I curl my knees to my chest
Tilting the tip of my vertebrae,
Like a cat, until the curve of
My back 
Arcs up 
To touch the belly of the Sunday moon
Whose blue light blinks midnight
And wraps around me
(And you)
Like an ethereal diving bell;
Heavy as our minds, 
And the story it tells
Of a time existing 
In the far future;
Though an arm and lash
Presently remain,
We strain and divide every moment
Into here and
The Somewhere Else, we always 
Envision ourselves.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Praise These Tender Flames

A fire burns intricately,
meticulously.
gentle flaming alchemy
raging tenderly. reaching
into every crevice;
recreating form
into ash; naked, true.

The Beast That Feeds On Bluebirds

A furious creature 
Lurks, restless and pacing 
Inside a bloody cage,
Stirring only 
When I am still,
Growling only
When I am quiet.

With every gentle touch and whisper
Inciting his rage, 
He claws to breach 
My breast
Through the ribs, forcing
Scorched air 
Up my esophagus;
Though I have tried
In futility
To meet this
Residing beastHe is too quick, 
He rushes to hide 
In the crook of my spine—and waits, 
Waits until I sleep,
To rumble recklessly in my thoughts,
Turning my dreams 
Into ticking clocks.

Sometimes, he disappears
To get away from 
Beating hearts,
The smell of rushing blood
In veins; 
When he leaves, he is replaced
By the heavy blue mint of tranquility
That pours in, filling me up with cool cement,  
Coarse and dense
But he is never gone long
He always returns, 
As certain as a broken promise; 
He loves the taste of my bluebirds too much 
To desire real freedom.



Monday, January 6, 2014

DMSO

honing in on another 
disintegrating body
a house emptied 
and unlit

darkness settles
in a billow of black smoke

absorbed
like a stern word after 
a long silence,
isolation aids the ether

which penetrates through the skin
and morphs into forms
for aching fingers to touch.

with no other sounds to quiet
i am nothing but the voice in my head.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Couplet

Love has been transferred,
Though the shadows and echoes 
Of love burned over white snow, 
Leaves a trail of ashes;
When it melts,  so shall it be
Swept into the earth and sea,
And reside there, permanently.

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Swallowed

Sea weeds dancing  
Eels like disembodied limbs preying on
Abandoned ego dreams; 
The Ancient Gnarled Bones of giant stillborn beasts;
Crooked frames of scabby steel;
Slimy, bloated wood, aging quietly
Deep beneath the current line, 
Slicing the horizon with the pulse of the tide--I died
I died, then born anew
A tail, legs, and claws grew; crawled to escape the bed
Of frothing shores that crept 
Across the lacquered mire;
Silky sands to hide its grainy tongue
Of singular desire.