I'm on the roof again
up & down
not standing, nor jumping
reading
accepting the sun's
kiss through the wind's
bite like the cool smoke from
a menthol dart, piercing
my lungs
The warmth does little to soothe the
icefall in my heart.
I'm on the floor again
wet
under a grey blanket
too small for me
weighted
to emulate a body
too light for me
but sufficient
for now.
Perhaps I'll take it into
the sun with me
warm and heavy
but it will block the
breeze
the coolness I'm now accustomed
to
but do not seek
May 20, 2023
May 20, 2023 at 4:13 PM UTC
the red glow, gentle, not as vertiginous as the air,
is saved only by its ethereal nature
from being swept up into the churning night.
it is this same nature that condemns it to
suffuse into the blooming blue lambency-
which is now green. and now peach.
even feigning surprise becomes impossible
in this place of transmutation
when examined by the soul
those with physical forms are not spared either
but some are more mutable than others:
peach juice, for example, ripens with glycerol, and relinquishes
its color when it diffuses into wine
which holds its color, no matter the light
and will seep through fabric, when conditions are right
like every other form of nectar here
so be free of it, drop it all on the ground
making little mounds of cloth, little
mole-hills in the dark
which blend less, but
black-and-white houndstooth
perfectly matches a brown
Birkenstock (or bag) in our own
personal heaven.
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 2:46 PM UTC
The air, it shimmers when we’re at this height
mixed with low light makes a good time tonight
my heart is beating, lungs are breathing,
yet in my skull, there’s very little thinking
Until we shift and my eyes refocus,
and then it hits me - only one thing worth notice
That’s you, of course, and what a fitting allegory,
I almost believe that it tells the whole story
Of the one that moves slow, the other: quick
But I wouldn’t change a single bit
I love our walks, the regular picnics
And our calls in summer, I must admit
And with this time I’ve learned to understand you, Dexter
This is a brag, perhaps, but not conjecture
With a gesture, you give a lecture,
Thankfully this class will last past the semester
While evergreen is our wintery scene, lit with snowflakes, alligators, and all things between
I cannot help but gaze on to spring, for who knows what joys that season will bring?
Up we’ll rise, held by the flowers in bloom, mimicking between our thighs, I presume
And how fitting that the magnolia tree blossoms at six months for you and me.
Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 3:32 PM UTC
days break
nights fall
The moon phases in and out
between empty and full
trees burst forth
boulders crumble
The earth spins around
set at an angle
wind blows
water ebbs and flows
Fire scorches the land
and makes it fertile and dead
tadpoles transubstantiate
eagles hatch
Minnows appear in small puddles
that dry in summer, leaving no bodies
humans search
humans misplace
And that which they seek
does not exist for them
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
ivory skin, as this paper
ebony hair, as this ink
shining, imbued with moonlight
glistening, dipped in the morn's dew
he is my friend, with
lips of roses
a nose, a thorn
and flowers, rathe in winter
she is your lover with
fangs of eggshells
eyes of marbles
blood of honey
and flesh of black lace
one mark, a fall, a
wellspring in the night
we sing the evensong
then where do we go?
Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 10:53 PM UTC
flowing water runs
between trees light dances high
quick fish dart amoung
and I lean against some wood
a green Croc© drifts slowly through
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 2:07 PM UTC
cascading out from open veins
time develops into adumbration
it splatters on marbles floors,
and fractured pocket-watches
I have become drunk on the impossible past
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
It is morning-time, and I walk
meandering paths pull me, a crisp breeze pushes me
the earth supports me and falls away with each passing step
it can only hold me when I'm there
softwood trees bend around the trail, and hardwood trees enrich their denouement. A glittering canopy of dewy leaves curls atop my route, the moonbeams seeming to dawn from inside each perfect ornament. but I know the finished moon floats just above them
my steps flow in a steady rhythm, regularly broken by the passage of a memory. Sometimes it is time. Sometimes it is a dance. Once it was another Being that caught my consideration; a ghostly doe, visible just through a break in the wood, a brown and white-speckled spectre crashing through the hinterland, startled by my feet, by my breath-
the breeze is stronger now, and made anxious by the din my pace quickens. memories stream by faster, woken up by the filtered moonlight, pulled out from abeyance. leaves drifting upon a whirling river, clouds being ripped into a storm.
it is morning-time, and I walk
the sky is deepening, though the moon is descending
too much has happened, too much has passed into yore
I remember just enough, and it is mourning-time
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 10:19 PM UTC
light refracts into
your cold shining
prison
Encased in our
most desired compound
a rainbow ripples
across the crystal
surface
fists bounce and
words are formed,
but I cannot
hear
through your love
and mine
Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
lifting my eyes to the sky I see the
crescent moon
illuminating, enlightening, cool
she is all of this - but not tonight
the sky is too dark, she is too weak, you are too far away from me
for any of it to matter
Love can strike us in an instant
and we can take a lifetime to understand it.
just as her eyes strike my retinae
just as your visage strike my face
just as you struck me
but she will always spin, orbiting around me,
until the pull of gravity cannot hold her anymore
just as you have already left
Sep 30, 2018
Sep 30, 2018 at 3:57 PM UTC