Saturday, August 29, 2009

"one day," she replied,
"he will realize the depth, how pools of deep waters are reflective of our hearts, as a single mechanism!"

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

each bead was moving away from it's center, but my heart felt a slight tugging back. we are two-sided, i told you, but the ink on the runway stains the livid air.
a mirror, he wrote about, a french dove, lucid dreams, a photographic memory.

you were a shortcut to the end of the earth, a ride opposite the tumultuous rivers, a rat tail wrapping its roots around our manufactured forms. our nails, crossword puzzles, and our hair, vines- tassels braided together.

a deception crept closer, german wines clouded our eyes and we felt a connection to the silence. you gave us honey, a lost song, but a place to rest. for months we waltzed together, her feathers clenched tightly, the wind demanding they return to the earth; she refused. "be continually built up, like atmospheric jungles," she said, but we slipped away.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

the spider veins
the ocean waves,
constantly crashing to regain their speed.
David departed to the cave,
the prison,
the forest.
He heard the heavens
rejoicing in each place.

backyard performances
whispered things to come, but
a prophet has not the same duty as a surgeon!
one cannot edit,
an artist in detail!
default, default, default-
a man you are, not a worm!
you do not crawl, you
sit upright under the
slow hum of
the spring that passes over you.
each deity is crashing down,
each a skeleton in a garden
weeping bones
cleansed arteries
food for the living
forever undead.
we can hide from the peacock feathers,
we can bury ourselves
under the arch of a footbridge,
but our bones are not silenced!

a place to hide
in a stone,
where our blood is
golden
and each word,
a profit.

astute knowledge,
abandonment.

Monday, August 17, 2009

a narcoleptic spectrum

forgive me of my continual misunderstandings
my fingers
crimson
for each nickel worth saving.

above my flesh, a thousand pounds push down
squished, i am,
pummeled with the weight
of each life i could choose, while
Dionysius is suffocated
under the lace of his lover.
But boats are falling under
the riptide of casinos-
buzzing and booming
and falling- into dark, dark, dark chambers
bound to their owners,
bound to their captives,
bound to all of our feet.

i used to think, "it is all parallel,"
but no! perpendicular! intersections!
slicing and cutting and searing!
open wounds,
gauze, blood, blood, blood.
all i can see is crimson-
forgive me of my undying misinterpretations;
i am sorry.
i will
scream it-
"my eternity did not begin at my inception!"
i will repeat it
until i comprehend
we were existing before we began!

Thursday, August 13, 2009

EVERLASTING HOMELESSNESS

scrambling to find your paint smeared hands
unearned currency
held tightly in your fists

ridiculing your fathers,
but they founded you within deep blue shadows,
ones that actually belonged there

you found yourself there,
if understanding stands alone,
you searched and searched.
together you were sewn, however,
endlessly
unfailingly
still being knit together, even now
knotting, unknotted
knotting, unknotting
unknotted. unknotted.

ropes, inside it had cities of bronze,
and glitter batteries with fuel consistently increasing
love never ceasing
your heart, inside,
your palm continues to beat
a steady rhythm,
when i hold your hand,
when i hold your hand,
i can hear it drumming
bum bum bum
bum bum bum bum

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

a full circle
mediocrity and sounds
you jumped in with me, but still felt
the sincerity i so longed for,
praying for-

your eyes to light up
i felt them on my back
your glittering form in the shallow, pebbled water
we thought it was dead, but alive it became and swam away

it was mutual,
you kept saying, but how could you know i was feeling the same?
so we washed the crust off the bowls,
scrubbing them with rocks
apartments in my mind

blue walls, blue walls, blue walls, i kept seeing.
the banjo still plays and i can't buy my love
any longer, so

arise, we told it-
arise!
her eyes were amber, with the sun shining on her back, the
ocean at her side.
she preferred it to engulf her but his heart was a ring of turquoise- she took it from him, put it on, paraded around as if it were a sign of his love.


"you're not sick,"
i told him
"you are beautiful," i had wanted to say it for so long,
but i read his lips like tea leaves, each crevice a memory, every hue a call for more.
in the van you told me how each note,
a bead,
moved at a consistent yet unpredictable pace away from it's center.
i didn't understand; i just thought it was pretty.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

a bumblebee for every step closer to the afterlife
each one buzzes in my ear
"sad, so sad," i murmured,
but the buzzing just got louder, until it split into a million pieces
piercing my heart and causing it to rupture

"forgive me!" i said,
not wanting to fall, but arms they reached towards the cosmos,
we planned it before, but the time was now.

erasures clogged up my throat
edit, edit, edit. it will not come through-

"we had a good home," he told me, "a breath for every meal, and a moon garden that became our own."

"bumblebees came and pollinated, but you know, it was never enough"

so they circled round our heads, daunting, taunting. the bed and breakfast is now closed, and the skyscrapers rusted. the sky has fallen down, so we now live above the atmosphere, but my arms are still too short to reach the open window.

Monday, August 3, 2009

Resplendent women
surrounded by clouds of glitter
delved idiosyncratically
into the shallow pools of sapphire

raising knowledge
braiding into cirrus,
harvesting,
and dames
their reforestation plans
up in smoke, after bears spit fire to its words.
"We have not yet seen the Greatest land! We know not of what is being done in the shadows!"

Spinning, they each fell.
One, two, three,
until their breaths staggered,
where an oak tree
coughed nectar from it's deep throat-
labyrinths of marbled lumber.
"We've reaped our destinies long before we took a breath!"

Again, again.