A Pool of Emptiness

Drawing lines in sand  

                                   no one can see
Ants crawl over foot scrawled demarcation

Bluster and wind
Hollow rhetoric

Nothing more than 
                               a chocolate rabbit
waiting 

              for a bite or heat
t
o collapse

living dust

beauty can't last forever
don't deny time it's victory

into the arms of death
into the passing 
of everything

we are living dust

No Escape

violent heart beating
lungs gulping air 
feet running 
won't stop now
running until 
tendons snap
until bones break
this violence
this violence
will find you

Soft Glow

I move from one screen to another as though

this were the most natural thing

for me to do.

I feel ill and fatigued.

I feel restless and hopeless.

Poles within me shift on floes

of melting polar ice.

Settlements at the edges of my continents

are drowning in the waters

creeping over the land.

Within me

climate change is real.

Glowing bright

the screen feels nothing

at my presence

and I return

the feeling

in kind.

Recast

Cast me into the fire

              let my flesh melt

                        reduce me to base simplicity


Pour me into a new mold

              let me cool and harden

                        a new form  a new life


Life after death

             no   simply life and life

                                             and more life

On the Morning of Year Thirty-Three

The music plays beneath the quietness of a still morning
In the room next to mine
                                        my niece sleeps

I listen for the sounds of a mewling kitten

                                                                  knowing she will wake-

being mindful of such things


Until then

                I fill the page


                                      until it has eaten it's share


until

         I have nothing left

to feed it

No Dreams

I do not dream so
I do not live
I die 
more and more
with little to 
no effort
I do not dream
I do not wake
or have I been
wide eyed
all along

To Be Determined

Will I fight 
                  or capitulate easily
when Death
comes for me

I cannot know
I can  only guess

I would fight
     or so I think

Possibility being what
it is
      I drown
swallowing

that which 

 I cannot resist

Angling For The Heimlich

Nothing to say
with no tongue to say it

Words on the white page

I choke

on the silence

           between us

Lack / ing

Tangents of thought
compressed or
built upon 
like foundations 
for 
     architectural achievement

Consonants / Consonance

Syllables / Syllabic

Expression broken into



                 essential components



Meaning found / inferred

Language_____________


             so pitiful


             so lacking


in expression

or

an expression

of my 

         lack of 

imagination 

An Overflowing Heart / An Empty Bottle

Another late night
The bottle sits
               
                       empty

on the floor

The tumbler on my desk
emptied of life

as my blood heats my flesh

a bead of sweat

tr
  ickles
           down
                     my
            spine


Music
fills my ears

I close my eyes -

dream

          of better days

The wilted rose has long been dead
but how much much can it be said
that it lived if it never even had a
chance to backpack across Europe
in its youth?

Must the wind always bring change?
Does it ever tire of it's task?

Abolish God
Abolish the Government
Abolish anything that keeps us apart

If you live long enough
you'll watch the gods die.

Poles

I am sane and you are angry

or is it

I am angry and you are sane

or could it be

We are both alternating

in the degrees of

our anger and sanity

Is it not even more likely

that we are both

invisibly damaged in places

we are hardly aware of

but are blatantly

apparent to everyone else

Yes

that must be it

that must be something

close to the truth

Keepers

We act as though our feet are embedded in hardened concrete.
Is this a plausible excuse for inaction on the sins of our brothers?
Did not the bible command us to be their keepers?

Watch the news on your tv, read the reports on your phone,
it seems to be that we are caught reliving the same sense
of outrage day after day, fatiguing our hearts and minds.

Outside my window I can see the clouds effortlessly hanging
on the blue December sky. Somewhere beyond my sight
there is violence, blood, and tears, tearing into the day.

We will say 'Never Again', and yet, again always
comes back around.

Don't blame beauty for anything.
What did Beauty ever do to you?
Did Beauty lead you on?
Your expectations are your own.
Beauty isn't biased, it just is.