Tombstone Softly Standing
I quiver gently, these proud useless minor days, dead tree still standing wickedly, too dumb to fall, the sap of life upright by chance alone, each breeze a potent ached for force of quick release, but no, I stand, I stand my ground, decay before your very eyes, no wisdom left to sparkle this dead day, a victim only of my own sweet human lies, a criminal in my waste of others’ time, their fervent secondary thoughts. Not here, not gone, too quick to bury, a furtive prisoner in my own polluted shell, I whisper sigh hiccup my visionary role of yesterday, a monument to...
Read MoreThe Mirrors
We are the frail ones. We’re the feather pillows the other kids used for their fights, the pencils they threw across the room. We wouldn’t even learn to walk until they made us; we said the the grass was like needles under our feet. As adults we still wait around for blue princes, still stand on the roof expecting to fly. We’re the ones who can’t hold down a job, who cry so much it seems we were made of rain, who give our last coins to the tap dancers on the street corner until we’re the tap dancers on the street corner. And you cross to the other side when you see us: ...
Read MoreDali’s Last Dream
By the signposts of the mind he reclines in the cradles of melted watches, a strand of moist pink gum winding between the liquid mirrors of convoluted canyons sweetness faded to wash line grey. A cold wolf howls at the blackened moon, below, the naked bones of whitewashed beeches stretch their brittle limbs, claws bared to rake the sky, bleeding harmonic dissonance through the ruptured hearts of buffo toads floating, face down, in limpid pools of marginal realities. Passion...
Read MoreChimera
I’ve enjoyed Things For what they weren’t, Pretending They were else, Or other — Employed The flings Of chimeric Wings — Blending Scale And feather. Passion Contents
Read MoreIt’s Hell in Here
I climb to the top of the high tower, peer down at the bucket of water below. Yes, I could dive, down, down, down, into those few inches of liquid and survive. But the daredevil adventure doesn’t say enough about me, so I descend the ladder to the disappointed sneer of crowds. Same with the thin wire stretched between skyscrapers. Oh I could walk across it all right, on one leg if I had to. And riding a barrel over the falls… as easy as driving to the corner shop for bread. Jump canyons on my motor-cycle… not a problem. Dive through fiery hoops… with my eyes...
Read MoreShadowless Seas
Nora, there is no artifice here, no court-martial, no foot soldier, no sailor’s boot to smite my lady’s womb. O rose, O love of my life, do not undo me with your chagrin, your concepts of nothingness. For no other reason than you, for no other cause than I love you, shall I sail the hopeless and indivisible oceans. O punish me, love, take my lowly heart and submerge it in salt water. In the midst of all the enemies of loving, in this crisis of storms, where fiend is friend, and friend is woe, I will worship you as though it were my last day. Take what is rightly yours,...
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