We two
cartwheeling through the multiverse;
trading identities for attributes,
differences for distinctions,
ideas for notions.
Once we are lovers,
embracing in Budapest,
building toward a crescendo
only the classics could imagine.
Then we are strangers,
continents divide us,
anonymity assures
we are fatefully alone.
Still we are ship-bound,
wild haired riding the high seas,
laughing,
scornfully,
at the poor fools
who choose
to tether...
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A new moon sky
stitched seamlessly
to a blinding blue afternoon,
bordered by ever ominous
thunderstorms,
raining down sun showers
on a mountain prairie montage,
as love takes
to celestial feathered wings
from the highest peaks,
while soul scarring tragedy
plays out its I Can't Look plot
respectfully
in the deep shadow
of cavernous metaphors.
Meanwhile the residents
of I Never Sleep town,
always over...
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We're all waiting
for the whirlwind.
Walking,
head down,
through the driving rain,
hoping the wind
will change
so we can lift
our heads
and give thanks again.
The sun
beats down,
breaking skin
to cracks,
minds to delirium.
Through the waving
shimmers
of cast back radiance
we still look up
and think
to put words
through lips too dry
to part,
words wishing
to...
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Around a fire
the world sits,
each man and woman
tossing in memories,
laughing as history burns,
euphoric to forget.
The children cower,
tears in their eyes,
weeping for what they've lost.
For time unknown,
unknowable
as eternity,
man has destroyed,
woman has destroyed,
in alternating breaths
to when they nurture;
bringing forth the next
to bare the burden
of age.
The man,
the woman,...
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So my day began with an irresistible urge to find a new pair of boots, cowboy boots to be exact; you see, I have a weird thing for cowboy boots and cowboy hats, in fact I have competed in hiphop freestyle competitions wearing such (even winning once or twice). So I spent the better part of the day hopping between the area's various western stores,...
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When I was a child,
young,
I cried burning white fear,
legs pulled to chest,
alone
in the dark.
Terror,
not for myself,
but for a soul,
that of my mother.
Terror,
for the future demon penance
she was destine to endure.
It was so vivid.
I could feel the flames,
smell the foul breath,
reach out and touch
the mangled face
of the fallen...
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The tide has fallen.
I missed its rise,
was ignorant of its retreat,
but I feel its ebb.
I know only of its heights
by the high water line,
higher than I now sit.
I wonder
did the tide carry me gently,
floating,
still on its surface
cradled in its motherly caress,
or was I overwhelmed,
drowned beneath
its pulsing
pounding surge.
My water pregnant...
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A woman sits,
naked,
ashamed;
eyes averted from a mirror.
The mirror that threatens
to tell.
Too much here,
too little there,
rough
where it should be otherwise,
soft
where it should be otherwise.
Too pale,
too dark,
too different.
Lines and bulges,
hair and lacking.
A stare too long,
a touch too hard,
a hand,
a person,
unwanted.
Decisions rethought,
regretted.
A life,
a...
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We are myopic,
by nature;
stuck in our world
of minutes,
days,
years.
Moments to us;
meaningful each.
The universe looks on in disdain.
Our moments
are but a stuttered breath,
the pause between heart beats;
inconsequential all.
The mayfly stares in wonder;
our meager collection
of moments
defy its comprehension.
Its life is spent
watching us waste seconds
it holds so dear;
precious beyond...
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