Monday, October 31, 2011
Emergency
Call the ambulance.
Call the Doctor.
Call the Nurse.
Call someone before it gets worse.
All eyes looking for truth.
Call the Doctor.
Call the Nurse.
Call someone before it gets worse.
All eyes looking for truth.
The Ocean In Between
The hours have closed in on us again.
An ocean sits between our
hellos and goodbyes
as the passing years
sink into the tides.
An ocean sits between our
hellos and goodbyes
as the passing years
sink into the tides.
Honey, Oh.
Driving through the night,
The City a fog shrouded memory,
your hand a passing warmth coupling in mine.
Write a melody for your voice to sing,
find the chords on the keys.
Honey, Oh Honey
Did you wish we had more time?
Honey, Oh Honey
There'll never be time enough for us.
Soft words cry out from muted lips
A passing embrace,
the final goodbye.
Honey, Oh Honey...
how did we come to this?
The City a fog shrouded memory,
your hand a passing warmth coupling in mine.
Write a melody for your voice to sing,
find the chords on the keys.
Honey, Oh Honey
Did you wish we had more time?
Honey, Oh Honey
There'll never be time enough for us.
Soft words cry out from muted lips
A passing embrace,
the final goodbye.
Honey, Oh Honey...
how did we come to this?
Saturday, October 29, 2011
The Origins of Sand
slide your hand into the hot sand
and ask yourself
if the hourglass of the God's
broke and spilled
onto our shores.
and ask yourself
if the hourglass of the God's
broke and spilled
onto our shores.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Look Out!
throwing
this word right
at you
like a baseball
flying past your head
the wind
being cut
a whoosh
a turn of the head
to see the scene
of the window
breaking behind
you.
this word right
at you
like a baseball
flying past your head
the wind
being cut
a whoosh
a turn of the head
to see the scene
of the window
breaking behind
you.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
A Rule of 6
1.)
She colored the sky with her eyes.
2.)
Drops dripping onto the ground,
your hand extended out
feeling the moisture
collect in your
palm.
3.)
We stole the breath from each others mouths
and gave ourselves no room to breathe.
4.)
Disorder is the only state of being some ever know.
5.)
Your heart dropped a beat
caused a flutter in your chest.
6.)
No more trying.
She colored the sky with her eyes.
2.)
Drops dripping onto the ground,
your hand extended out
feeling the moisture
collect in your
palm.
3.)
We stole the breath from each others mouths
and gave ourselves no room to breathe.
4.)
Disorder is the only state of being some ever know.
5.)
Your heart dropped a beat
caused a flutter in your chest.
6.)
No more trying.
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Embrace
This narcotic
intoxicates me
wholly,
it frees me
to flights of
fancy as
the words
surround me.
Spinning
around
and
around
they
surround
me.
intoxicates me
wholly,
it frees me
to flights of
fancy as
the words
surround me.
Spinning
around
and
around
they
surround
me.
Yeux comme des émeraudes
Emerald burns a hole through me
as porcelain draws me near
to contact once again.
Another fleeting
moment, or the
chance to
begin a
gain?
as porcelain draws me near
to contact once again.
Another fleeting
moment, or the
chance to
begin a
gain?
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
How Hauntings Happen (or Letting Go Of The Ghost)
We will ghosts
into our lives
with every hurt
we hold on to
with ever act of
revenge, pettiness
or ill will we
have thought
or committed.
into our lives
with every hurt
we hold on to
with ever act of
revenge, pettiness
or ill will we
have thought
or committed.
Monday, October 24, 2011
Sunday, October 23, 2011
A Laughing Nature
Distance needn't be only calculated in kilometers.
Time is a distance that doesn't care for
Miles or Metric measurement.
The cycles of the seasons,
the progression of
Winter to
Spring to
Summer to
Fall
is the only
sense of time that exists,
though if nature could speak
we can be sure she would laugh at our notion
and ask us to watch
the sun and moon crossing the
heavens.
Leaves on the branches
as they brown and fall.
Time is a distance that doesn't care for
Miles or Metric measurement.
The cycles of the seasons,
the progression of
Winter to
Spring to
Summer to
Fall
is the only
sense of time that exists,
though if nature could speak
we can be sure she would laugh at our notion
and ask us to watch
the sun and moon crossing the
heavens.
Leaves on the branches
as they brown and fall.
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Friday, October 21, 2011
Every Window Broken
I've broken
all the windows
in this glass
house.
Shards of glass
everywhere,
a cold wind
blowing through.
all the windows
in this glass
house.
Shards of glass
everywhere,
a cold wind
blowing through.
Pelvis + Criticism = ________
Is there an
equal exchange
between
lust & love
in your mind?
Who cares,
what does
it matter
you might
say...
someone cares
and it
matters all
too much
as well
you know
when the
cards collapse
and your
eyes are
wrapped in
tears once
again, wondering
how it
all went
wrong.
equal exchange
between
lust & love
in your mind?
Who cares,
what does
it matter
you might
say...
someone cares
and it
matters all
too much
as well
you know
when the
cards collapse
and your
eyes are
wrapped in
tears once
again, wondering
how it
all went
wrong.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Honey
we all have fears
lurking behind
calm brown eyes.
Founded and
unfounded reasons
share the same
apartment
in a no good
neighborhood.
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
movement
We are waking slowly from the dream we have lived.
As we wake, questions escape our tongues
and demand answers.
We ask louder and more steadily
as we wait to hear what words may come our way.
They relent as the chorus grows louder
with every passing day.
Is it possible that
we will never sleep again?
Has the giant been roused
to action?
As we wake, questions escape our tongues
and demand answers.
We ask louder and more steadily
as we wait to hear what words may come our way.
They relent as the chorus grows louder
with every passing day.
Is it possible that
we will never sleep again?
Has the giant been roused
to action?
Sunday, October 16, 2011
Eternal Life
Light breaks through ashen gray clouds
on sunday morning.
People have been awake for hours,
dressing instinctively at the sound
of the pealing bells.
Standing in front of the gathered
congregation he delivers
his sermons. Gone are the tones
of damnation, rather, the promise
of eternal life. There is a boy
sitting and fidgeting in a pew,
wondering if eternal life
really exists.
He quickly forgets
and thinks to himself
"I can't wait til we get some waffles
after church."
on sunday morning.
People have been awake for hours,
dressing instinctively at the sound
of the pealing bells.
Standing in front of the gathered
congregation he delivers
his sermons. Gone are the tones
of damnation, rather, the promise
of eternal life. There is a boy
sitting and fidgeting in a pew,
wondering if eternal life
really exists.
He quickly forgets
and thinks to himself
"I can't wait til we get some waffles
after church."
Saturday, October 15, 2011
On Love
"It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know
what we're talking about when we talk about love."
- Raymond Carver
There isn't a lot to say about the little we know
about the little we've lived and know about
Love. It's a joy, a rare interlude in the moments
between other extremes. An unknown quanitity
that rarely confines itself to the parameters of
language, something others can explore freely
while others read about it in books and maga
zines without ever having any sense as to its
scope and the broad range of troubles and or
complications it is bound to bring about in
either its pursuance or dissolution. We will
commit the most selfless acts for it as well
as the most selfish. We will lie about it to
maintain it just a little longer, both to our
selves and to our so called beloved. It's
presence and absence are constants in our
all of our lives. It inflicts unnecessary pain
and suffering on us, though that problem is
largely self-administered. The hope of it is
enough to continue the illusion that it may
yet still come in even in the unlikeliest of
circumstances. Love is not a ring, it is not
a thing that can be reduced to a physical
trifle. If it exists, it must exist in a world
of platonic ideals. A world of shadows,
but a world where we are finding our way
slowly. A world where even the heart of
a hardened cynic can be made to destroy
the cast iron shell built to protect it from
harm.
what we're talking about when we talk about love."
- Raymond Carver
There isn't a lot to say about the little we know
about the little we've lived and know about
Love. It's a joy, a rare interlude in the moments
between other extremes. An unknown quanitity
that rarely confines itself to the parameters of
language, something others can explore freely
while others read about it in books and maga
zines without ever having any sense as to its
scope and the broad range of troubles and or
complications it is bound to bring about in
either its pursuance or dissolution. We will
commit the most selfless acts for it as well
as the most selfish. We will lie about it to
maintain it just a little longer, both to our
selves and to our so called beloved. It's
presence and absence are constants in our
all of our lives. It inflicts unnecessary pain
and suffering on us, though that problem is
largely self-administered. The hope of it is
enough to continue the illusion that it may
yet still come in even in the unlikeliest of
circumstances. Love is not a ring, it is not
a thing that can be reduced to a physical
trifle. If it exists, it must exist in a world
of platonic ideals. A world of shadows,
but a world where we are finding our way
slowly. A world where even the heart of
a hardened cynic can be made to destroy
the cast iron shell built to protect it from
harm.
Friday, October 14, 2011
Addition and Subtraction
It always starts out simply
but becomes almost immediately
complicated when you add
a second person to the equation.
There is always some manner
of misunderstanding
that is bound to leave
hurt feelings as the
collateral damage of
action.
There is no fault
with wanting company.
It's so beautiful
at the start
and turns
so dark
so often
that some of us
cease to be surprised
when things begin to change.
but becomes almost immediately
complicated when you add
a second person to the equation.
There is always some manner
of misunderstanding
that is bound to leave
hurt feelings as the
collateral damage of
action.
There is no fault
with wanting company.
It's so beautiful
at the start
and turns
so dark
so often
that some of us
cease to be surprised
when things begin to change.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
"Poetry Is Not A Project"
There is a self that is shown with the placement
of every word in a line.
Some placements are better than others.
Some placements are elegant
and allow the words to become a river
as they flow off the tongue or
the inner voice of the mind.
Other placements are clumsy
and done with little consideration
as they are rushed out to meet
some half-conceived expectation
of production.
There is an internal logic
that is negotiated
every time
a word is selected
and put forth. To give form
or not? To follow tradition and
meter or find a way to make
the words mirror the way I would
tell you these thoughts if we
were speaking to each other
across a table in a bar.
There is no scientific method
for this. There are suggestions
and some of them are quite helpful.
What are you looking to say?
How do you want to say it?
Do you know what I'm saying?
of every word in a line.
Some placements are better than others.
Some placements are elegant
and allow the words to become a river
as they flow off the tongue or
the inner voice of the mind.
Other placements are clumsy
and done with little consideration
as they are rushed out to meet
some half-conceived expectation
of production.
There is an internal logic
that is negotiated
every time
a word is selected
and put forth. To give form
or not? To follow tradition and
meter or find a way to make
the words mirror the way I would
tell you these thoughts if we
were speaking to each other
across a table in a bar.
There is no scientific method
for this. There are suggestions
and some of them are quite helpful.
What are you looking to say?
How do you want to say it?
Do you know what I'm saying?
Broken Windows
It is a curiosity
that won't go away.
You keep looking,
wondering if
anything has
changed.
You realize
nothing has,
but look
anyway.
that won't go away.
You keep looking,
wondering if
anything has
changed.
You realize
nothing has,
but look
anyway.
The Dynamics of Power
listen to the hammer
as it does its work.
rising and falling,
it is nothing
without its
master.
as it does its work.
rising and falling,
it is nothing
without its
master.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Hole In The Attic
There's a hole in the attic
where the rain always gets in.
You say
"go and fix it",
I just can't seem to
find my way up there
on even the sunniest of days dear.
There's a hole in the attic
where the rain always gets in,
I don't forget that the sun
makes its way through too.
There's a hole in the attic
but it could always be worse dear.
where the rain always gets in.
You say
"go and fix it",
I just can't seem to
find my way up there
on even the sunniest of days dear.
There's a hole in the attic
where the rain always gets in,
I don't forget that the sun
makes its way through too.
There's a hole in the attic
but it could always be worse dear.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
Halves of a Whole
How I loved you once.
Past tense?
Hmmm,
could be present tense
once more.
Perhaps
its always been.
It's hard to say.
It may not matter.
It was there once
and may yet
still be.
Past tense?
Hmmm,
could be present tense
once more.
Perhaps
its always been.
It's hard to say.
It may not matter.
It was there once
and may yet
still be.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Friday, October 7, 2011
A Quarter til 2 a.m.
Pulling up to the liquor store drunk
as you stumble out
and mingle among the
other late night customers
looking to eradicate the night.
It's the usual mix of night crawlers
hanging around making one last
purchase before they go home.
Long days at work,
relationships going nowhere,
careers stalled out,
endless unemployment,
addictions to various vices,
the emptiness of a hollowed out tree.
You grab your bottle
(or bottles, depending how bad
that day was), it's most likely
in either a black plastic bag
or a paper one, and take it into
the car for the drive home.
Killing the engine in the driveway,
keys are fumbled for as the wrong
one and eventually the right one
battles the keyhole. You push the
door open and slam it shut before
you have the chance to put on a
light switch.
In your room you put on some music
to listen to from your computer as
you begin to change into your sleep
clothes.
There is a glass from last night
sitting there on the desk top.
You empty some of the bottle into it
It goes down fast and burns a path
to the bloodstream. The senses dull
at an alarming pace.
Another glass is poured.
Then one more...
then another...
and
eventually
the darkness finds you
places you in bed and whispers
in your ear,
"Good night. I'll see you tomorrow."
as you stumble out
and mingle among the
other late night customers
looking to eradicate the night.
It's the usual mix of night crawlers
hanging around making one last
purchase before they go home.
Long days at work,
relationships going nowhere,
careers stalled out,
endless unemployment,
addictions to various vices,
the emptiness of a hollowed out tree.
You grab your bottle
(or bottles, depending how bad
that day was), it's most likely
in either a black plastic bag
or a paper one, and take it into
the car for the drive home.
Killing the engine in the driveway,
keys are fumbled for as the wrong
one and eventually the right one
battles the keyhole. You push the
door open and slam it shut before
you have the chance to put on a
light switch.
In your room you put on some music
to listen to from your computer as
you begin to change into your sleep
clothes.
There is a glass from last night
sitting there on the desk top.
You empty some of the bottle into it
It goes down fast and burns a path
to the bloodstream. The senses dull
at an alarming pace.
Another glass is poured.
Then one more...
then another...
and
eventually
the darkness finds you
places you in bed and whispers
in your ear,
"Good night. I'll see you tomorrow."
Thursday, October 6, 2011
The Rain Reminded Me
of a promise I made to myself a few
years back to never step on a snail.
It's a promise I have managed to keep
fairly well, though on occasion
my heart has broken as easily
as their shells when I hear that
crumbling crack. I can't help
but think of them any time
I see a car crash.
years back to never step on a snail.
It's a promise I have managed to keep
fairly well, though on occasion
my heart has broken as easily
as their shells when I hear that
crumbling crack. I can't help
but think of them any time
I see a car crash.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Continental Drift
We were too close for too long.
Even Pangaea became
Laurasia and Gondwana
in the primal sea of Panthalassa.
Even Pangaea became
Laurasia and Gondwana
in the primal sea of Panthalassa.
Of Men & their Sons
Son, could you ever understand
what I've had to do for you
for all of these years?
Monday, October 3, 2011
New Visions of the City
The city breathes softly through open windows
as rubber runs fleetly over pavement
in the space between places.
as rubber runs fleetly over pavement
in the space between places.
Destroy The Narrative
Construct a narrative using only individual words
separated from the body of text.
Darkness
Sound
Anger
Catharsis
Relief
Mourning
Peace.
One Subject
There is no last straw
because you took them all.
____
WE ARE REBUILDING.
____
Give me a few months and then tell me I was wrong.
____
When your house of cards collapses
will I still be here?
Or will I have left for the open seas?
____
We have both drawn lines in the sand.
____
Like two crippled dogs readying for a fight.
because you took them all.
____
WE ARE REBUILDING.
____
Give me a few months and then tell me I was wrong.
____
When your house of cards collapses
will I still be here?
Or will I have left for the open seas?
____
We have both drawn lines in the sand.
____
Like two crippled dogs readying for a fight.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
An Exampled Gleamed
We learn to demonize the ones
we loved the most. The gaze
rarely reaches the mirror.
we loved the most. The gaze
rarely reaches the mirror.
Saturday, October 1, 2011
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