Look up at the moon
and reach your hand toward the sky;
I reach for you, too.
Jun 9, 2012
Jun 9, 2012 at 11:09 PM UTC
mysterious existences endure beside a
transitory life of silent beginnings,
where a hidden solitary figure
becomes a poet in the distance,
only living in writing -
leaving things, weaving threads
into lacework of everlasting presence,
the essence of eternity and vastness of creativity
captured and secured in her attempts to
verse infinity.
Mar 26, 2012
Mar 26, 2012 at 4:41 PM UTC
later, legs laced in rapture,
hinted in the heated swell of your
fleshy diaphragmatic release,
urges thickening as lungs re-expand,
stop short and sweet,
sound escalating with each
irk of the sheets –
inexplicable and evanescent
electric sensations,
an instantaneous flood of
radiating submission,
intoxicating ecstasy
you ignite in me.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 10:36 PM UTC
raging internal war. feeling bombs detonate in the caves of my core, exploded shrapnel tearing up my lungs, my stomach, my heart. but you cant see the lacerations, the spitting blood; just a despondent face, buried in hands that do a poor job of concealing it, so out of place.
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 9:13 PM UTC
fooled myself into
believing you could save me;
still suffocating.
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
white blanketed trees and
iced over telephone poles,
rectangular flashes of color are
boxcars becoming a blur,
a monotone rainbow
smeared across the passenger window
sending subliminal messages that
say do not resuscitate but
you're falling away
with every rung of the railway
falling further behind,
step out onto the platform
tears falling down and
they're mixing with the rain,
no, this isn't home,
this isn't home.
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 8:58 PM UTC
days get longer - find
no need to trudge
through slush because
spring comes home.
eyes fuse to life: you,
a meditation
screaming at the top of my lungs;
amazement on
any given day; a one-minute
heart-skipping, a sunlit moon
and the world keeps
going round.
but for moments, forever,
my world's stuck on
you.
Dec 29, 2011
Dec 29, 2011 at 11:39 PM UTC
found at the heart of
true: it's you dear, who gets me
through the days, yes you.
Dec 23, 2011
Dec 23, 2011 at 11:16 PM UTC
emergency repairs to broken roads,
being less than expected,
i prompt some to ask too much.
damage,
storm-related damage,
a million surrenders
by early november,
i throw my arms up
suspending the normal.
wind, waves washed out
every east-west highway,
bypassed permission -
no such thing as
waiting for a good day.
bring in the guard and
hire flaggers, rebuilders
take gravel and rock from the
brooks and rivers,
reduce the cost of me,
consider me open to
no lanes of traffic
crossed-off gates in an absence of hope.
major reconstruction,
let's have a conversation about
existing doesn't mean just fixing
wounds suffered from the storm;
some words of warning -
be careful buying stake
in a girl who's longing for
the day she'll wake up and feel
relief from drowning.
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 4:15 PM UTC
looking, you hear
enormous whirring and clanging,
feel cotton lint hanging in the air,
see shadowy presence, maybe he’s there,
maybe he’s in your mind.
spinning spools of time,
painting swirls of color on the ground,
a little girl dressed in her Sunday Best
finally sitting down.
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 3:37 PM UTC