The gallery is closing now
but Monet has only begun to seep in
dripping through my imagination
one colour, countless tones
a blue myriad crystallised
his world breathe to life, the essence distilled
harmonised and something that binds it all
in eternal stillness
content, accepting of all things
its own being, its own passing
I do not exist there yet
but winter's tingling freshness tastes me
swallows me through pores, filling me
with a thirst to drink more deeply
more deeply, more . . . the chill
the only movement, silence
foot-stepping in the sunlit snow
of blinding light. On the right
cocooned, two feet deep, a cottage
its cosy creaking darkness hibernates
no smoke from the chimney
but perhaps a fire built, split logs waiting
for a spark to release their stores of sun
“The gallery is closing!” the guard says
him and I the only ones?
I take my bag, glancing at the painting…
there in the mountains
I think someone is coming down,
coming home, they will be cold and hungry
wanting to be home by nightfall…
but for now they drink deeply
up in the blue light.
Jun 1, 2017
Jun 1, 2017 at 11:48 AM UTC
we died
you and I
parted
for eternal isolation
within an abyss
of never
a thought vacuum
numb
sterile
if only
we
could know this
together
it would be bliss
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
the groggy ache
it wakes
too
.
some part of the city
can't remember how
or how i got,
or passing out
.
where
was
where
am
.
.
.
just
lie
a
while
maybe
the nothing
will fill out
.
think I'm blind until
my eyes are looking into me
I look as far as i can look back
it's too starless a night
for wearing sunglasses
.
nevermind
.
.
.
Jun 30, 2012
Jun 30, 2012 at 8:49 AM UTC
Now and then the thought occurs
That I should get away
But no, it's not this place I'd flee
it's me, the one who fails.
As if some thousand miles could free
my being from my soul.
Yet something yearns within me now
Whether wrong or right
To bury past and present here
And be gone into the night
Mar 28, 2012
Mar 28, 2012 at 5:21 PM UTC
barflies brood
the dank light
the annoying drunk mutters on
swipes the drool
"no one listens anymore"
I don't care enough
to rattle my pocket
for his troubles
or I'd break his gob
that slurs a child
*******
just for something to do
Mar 16, 2012
Mar 16, 2012 at 8:41 PM UTC
I push her down
lightly
with my lips
her response
a harder push
pulls me in
it barely hurt
to be a man
to be a woman
I feel her implore
flow into me
lost worlds of words
forget their lovely lies
like film star lines
just that first time
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 10:49 AM UTC
In the last of the light
she stays
a million, glimmering
in the galaxy of her deepest blue
and through this night
caressed by cloud
and yet to come
the silver line of a tear
as we say goodnight
Dec 4, 2010
Dec 4, 2010 at 7:48 AM UTC
As the wave
as I lap
as we lapse into sleep
soft laps that lap with a lapping
along the form of this beach
forming
the breath of each breath
of this lap of the lapping
along this warm sandy cove
where I lap with the lapping
where I had loved as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as the lapping
as we love is lapping
so lets lay here and lap
with the lap of the lapping
as our hearts beat with lapping
as we lap
Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 11:13 PM UTC