burst to the slow summit of motorways at dawn
there's a freedom here
golden sun off blinding laurel bridges
people with no need to rise so early
no greater need than you
do you ever think it
when you're going so fast
do you ever think that you could die
do you ever will the combustions
and metals that carry you
to meet their absurd shadows
stretched out before them
faster than you, but getting shorter
and getting slower
roll away the glass
embrace the roar
magnify it
and feel the chill that is not.
the light washes the trees of who they are
the avenues of salute
from obsolete lamps
that draw you into these little cities
whose peoples are the steel and the concrete
whose bridges are megaliths
that ancient whispers foresaw
cutting brilliantly through seafoam wheat
my mother always looked at me peculiarly
but, god! - she tried
i fall to reality with the rising sun
but not of loosening night
simply of greeting stasis
anaemic-light-tunnels
built in visions of what the future used to be
false days in darkening motion
that make the tundras seem so small
and marries the hue of beauty, of brutality
here, upon a hill, something red-brick
there, beyond the mist, something stone
perhaps a church
i care not
the age of the concrete speaks to me
the distances wrap around me
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 8:31 AM UTC
Run out into the night with me
And the night-silent streets
The midnight
Plunging deeps
Will deeply shape velleity
Run out into the night with me
And let not fear take hold
Fear of winter
Morning cold
Keep you from running with me
Run out into the night with me
And find in night
Peaceful home
For which the world does look
So readily
Run out into the night with me
And the rivers of this darkness
Shall run to sea
And ebb
To satiate your grasping heart
Run out into the night with me
And as we run
We'll forget that the night's too fast
For us to ever catch
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 9:41 AM UTC
Part I.
I tried to die
in the arches of your orchard heart
struggled for breath and bleeding
but my blood was not willing
it loves me like you never would
red lead weights
on the dogeared notes of last weekend
yellowing with antiquity
like the singing saints of Hyperborea-feigned
in paper cathedrals
if only we could see them
once
the moon waned
to these tobacco-trance stains
that creep beyond the door frame's edge
- dreams of Apollo.
You will sing in light
but your eyes will burn
and when the sky falls to night
the halls of your arms will yearn
and your song will laugh at you
in the hollow of its silence
if only my mouth could marry a love like that.
I often dreamt of lighthouses
then
you came from the water's edge
and brought the sea with you
stupid saltwater
sodium mouthfuls
nothing grows from you.
Part II.
Summer crept
in to the holes in your jeans
as the sky fell to dusk
we saw the sun die
under waves of golden clouds
summer kept us warm in to the night
now only the sea sings its praise
to the promise of the evening
a promise that will fall with Arcadia
and the loudest of silences
to the archaic indifference of apocrypha-lost
few others could speak
in a way that grew between us
with the colours of a love not yet lost.
Now all my books are burning
beneath the palm of your eye
your iris twists
and burns with the sky.
Dec 16, 2012
Dec 16, 2012 at 3:29 PM UTC
my blood plays in the dancing embrace of my bones
ribbons them with a gifted chaos
that the serenity of your lines subdue
and before your form-ethereal
i convalesce corporeal
Nov 16, 2012
Nov 16, 2012 at 12:23 AM UTC
as the sky fell to dusk
we saw the sun die under waves of golden clouds
catching the colours of the world on fire
summer kept us warm into the night
now only the sea sings its praise
to the promise of the evening
a promise that would fall with arcadia
and the loudest of silences
few others could speak
in a way that grew between us
with the colours of a love not yet lost
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 8:12 PM UTC
i see you
sythes and robes
tarantella skeletons
whoever said that
you're a gentle glow
nothing
but eager sleep
helios-halo
it's not dusk
it's dawn
crowned apollo
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 8:08 PM UTC
i drank
she smiled
i talked
we sank
i paused
she spoke
but then
she waned
the times
she feigned
you say
we sat
i thought
we stood
you glance
i smoke
we read
drink tea
touch skin
bare bone
and then
go home
and fall
with sleep
to night
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 8:05 PM UTC
As moths, we ascend
to where the moonlight's bright,
and fall in love,
and pursue the night
But moths
don't really fall.
They beat their wings,
and with dust
it's gone
Sep 10, 2012
Sep 10, 2012 at 3:05 PM UTC