November 13, 2008
half-baked
it will not to do
anylonger
to defer, or deny
what cannot be stopped
what can only, multiply.
a sad rhyme
is not the same as a lonely one
a lonely rhyme is
not one at all
February 11, 2008
Mean
the stasis i can’t explain
the blaring, the drums
i hear everyday
seem to sound
like nothing
i’ve heard before
and
they eat into me
with their
clock-shaped pincers
a dull stab
a retching pain
stretching, searing
oh oh
its ugly head!
move back!
hearken its rearing!
make belief
make pretend
the loss of life,
love, a friend
the blaring, the drums
i hear everyday
seem to sound
like nothing
i’ve heard before
and
they eat into me
with their
clock-shaped pincers
a dull stab
a retching pain
stretching, searing
oh oh
its ugly head!
move back!
hearken its rearing!
make belief
make pretend
the loss of life,
love, a friend
January 28, 2008
The Frogs In May
If the frogs in May
are happy
then the ones today
are sad
they are sad
these frogs today
because tomorrow
is not May
and what may
or may not happen
is unknown
but tis known
no matter what
may happen
tomorrow
May will not,
and for this
the frogs are frought
this December day.
January 20, 2008
Tickytacks
do you need proof?
for your charades
for your charades
your parades
you’re sillier
than a tomato
you wolfish,
tickled up
little anemone
there are haloes
around your ears
in the early morning
sunlight
if we lack the words
we’ll invent them
than a tomato
you wolfish,
tickled up
little anemone
there are haloes
around your ears
in the early morning
sunlight
if we lack the words
we’ll invent them
January 16, 2008
Slummertime
the funniest things
fell about us
that summer day
and like leaves,
blankets over our thoughts
a sonorous invitation
a slumbering proposal
you fell too
and i tried
yearning, burning
turning, moulding myself
into whatever shape would
hold you
and you slipped
through the nets
of my desperation
drawn,
or maybe forced out
i will never know
the cut, the severation
the simple death in separation
and i tried
yearning, burning
turning, moulding myself
into whatever shape would
hold you
and you slipped
through the nets
of my desperation
drawn,
or maybe forced out
i will never know
the cut, the severation
the simple death in separation
January 11, 2008
Rain, and pants
the headlights
past your toes
the distance
under your eyes
the cloud floating in your head
the wetness in your bed
January 10, 2008
Clowds
the yelling
and the children
are like whirlpools
down, down
the drowning
now twangs
now pangs
safety, sanctuary
now clouds
now crowds
surround, surrender
January 7, 2008
Fish and the sea
they sold us fish
remember, in that town?
that town or that village
where you stopped
for the sake of a flower
remember, next to it, the sea?
the sea that rushed
to embrace you.
the embrace
that you rushed towards.
the cliff, the rocks
the fall, the shock
the fish, slippery like life
falling, from my hands…
that town or that village
where you stopped
for the sake of a flower
remember, next to it, the sea?
the sea that rushed
to embrace you.
the embrace
that you rushed towards.
the cliff, the rocks
the fall, the shock
the fish, slippery like life
falling, from my hands…
