a fossil
dead down deep
rib cage grave
rot.
sleepy, silver, silent
a misty mind
no thought.
merely functional
chew hope like cud
spit like gunshot.
soft soulsand to sift
brainbunnies to chase
or not.
a fossil
dead down deep
rib cage grave
rot.
sleepy, silver, silent
a misty mind
no thought.
merely functional
chew hope like cud
spit like gunshot.
soft soulsand to sift
brainbunnies to chase
or not.
I.
pockets of poetry
we are the stars incarnate
burn, explode, tumble, snort
we melt in hot sunrise
wax with soft moonrise
II.
sprinklers, golf balls, sand
eighteen years old
we are the song when the sun goes down
bird envy
we breathe delicious wet air
each day every night what what?
collapse
laugh
III.
shh, don't wake him
solid whispers, now stirring
bushes, tires, grunt
lay low
IV.
swings, I fly
don't jump
told you
V.
I, too know why the caged bird sings.
hemlock waxes rosy talk
in the aureate mouth of the lock.
outside the spring sighs in silent appeal
so chained
i cannot hear.
inflection pleads the wretched ordeal
closeminded
i disappear.
conscience screams and slowly congeals
and secondguessed
can not cohere.
dilatory dilapidated
dismal break in the dam
dejected discovery
deception!
what delicious vengeance
can atone for selfless sins?
if a caged bird sings it can only moan
or else knows not that underneath its feet
My eye sees, my ear hears
And the perceptions set my brain hotly churning.
The words heat, the thoughts bubble
And the melting melody starts its turning.
My heart races, the magma flows
And from my fingertips explodes a fiery outburst.
The fingers race, the lines cascade
And on the page the inflammatory observations are violently versed.
The fire recedes, the ash dispersed
And that was my thoughtful creative sunburst.
As you drowsily roll to your other side in the sheets
I feel an aching in my veins
As if they were being tugged and plucked
By your fingertips on your guitar strings
As you strum your own sweet silly sonnets
And match their rhythms to my slow breathing.
When you leave my bones will splinter.
You have grown into me
Our love has split and spread and infected every cell in my body.
My skull will crack along the faultlines
The scars from so many frantic evenings
I had weathered alone.
My eyes will melt into my head
From the searing tears that keep welling
And burning my cheeks.
My heart will break, freeze, crumble, evaporate, blow
The iv'ry keys laid out before my mind,
Awaiting my dissonant, fretful moans,
The words, the notes, these I do fail to find,
To shade in truth my sighing, mournful tones.
A melody screams loudly in my head,
It churns and crashes hard in jealous wave,
Torrential hail of useless words have bled,
From my bereft, baffled and voiceless stave:
Not one can well nigh manifest my heart.
Cast out to sea on leaking glutting craft,
And sinking 'neath floods of verbiage tart,
I and my useless words are drifting daft,
Yet when my measures sweetly surf the sound,
Chords drown my brain and I am wash'd aground.
Earth quails beneath the spring-drunk sky
As it roars with the power of its roiling disaster
Ripping apart the dormant seed
Wrenching forth the ripe beginnings of a weed
That may be nurtured under a calmer eye.
The aching melody whose sound is fleeting
As it echoes throughout the chests
Housing the hearts that shudder by instinct
And yet stirring in them the peace extinct
Sets them more quietly, tranquilly beating.
The immeasurable splendor of the flaming celestial sphere
As thousands of drops refract the light
That captured could ignite the earth
And melt it down, then fuel its rebirth
Return us to a softer year.
This is what it means to ache.
This is what it means to quiver
Without even feeling that touch.
So this is what it means to sigh?
This is what it means to stretch without reaching?
This is what it means to crack under pressure?
This is what it is to crawl towards light yet fall short.
This is what it feels like to claw downwards forever
As the sand replaces itself faster than you can dig.
This is what it tastes like to bite into salt expecting sugar.
So this is what it means to cry?
This is what it means to bleed without cutting?
This is what it means to melt without fire?
This is how I know to keep moving
To keep throwing mysel
Would it not be pleasant to coast the clouds
Brush the feathers of the fluffy stuff
That drifts drunkenly across a glistering sky
And grins with peaceful delight as it passes me by?
Would we not be more at ease
If we leapt to the moon whenever we pleased
And curled ourselves up in the soft smiling craters
That hold us sweetly as comets dust our lids?
Would we not see further
If we opened our tired eyes underwater
To spite the salt rush and feel the ocean absolve us
As crystal waves dance the aurora through the depths?
The sundry sigh invests itself in us
And in our hearts festers the lovely plague;
It blooms and swells in a cacophanous chorus
That hashes our heartbreaks together.
The birth of this union divorces the hope of silence;
But a cage burns within the context
Of the decadent perfume of love as it with suspicion elopes
And chains the newly permitted impulse.
The settling revenge fasts with every kiss
But the consuming why blisters softly and silently to the surface
Flaking away at the lingering lucent bliss,
Until the creeping shock's haunting hiss
Reaches its final climax.
With this the echo of the shallow sighs die slowly.
I have purchased a new Nikon D40 and am anxiously awaiting its arrival!
The next few days I will be in Dallas, TX, then most likely in Hot Springs, AR for a couple of days right after. barring certain events.