many shoes to fill
many shoes to fill, I know
come dance with me
Apr 29, 2015
Apr 29, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
shadows dance with light
toe to toe along the leaves
laughing in the wind
Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
They made me a racehorse
Blinders and all
Huffing and scuffing my hoofs
Impatiently at the dirt
The open track ahead
But against my chest a wooden board
I heave and pant but it won't break
I wish it gone but here it stays
Twisting turning, turning red
Hot air balloons within my head
Wet steam rising from my nose
My chest is raw and splintery
But I will break it
Break through to the open track
Spreading my legs as long as I can
Forward, sideways, any way I want to go
Heaving and panting just the same
But free, this time
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:31 PM UTC
Air is no thing
Or so I thought
But it pushes
Gently, at my skin
Separating
Edging its way in
Through my pores
And in my veins
Sliding swiftly up
To brace my brain
Filling spaces
That once I thought
Was nothing
Mar 31, 2015
Mar 31, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
echoing in my head
i am compelled
my knee begins
to pulse up and down
my head
weaves back and forth
my shoulders
they slide
side to side
the synth is the hot sand
warming my feet
compelling me
to rest my face upon it
like warm paper
hot from the printer
i lay my whole body
in the sand
the bass
is an amtrak train
from washington
to new york
flashing the swampy green
and beautiful lakes
across your eyes
faster than a movie
it is real
the drums are a tiny room
and i am a small red ball
elated, uncontrollable
i ricochet off every wall
faster and faster
the walls appear hard
but are soft
to the touch
i close my eyes
my hands are stretched
out close to my sides,
i see the world in
four quadrants
one is the beach...
the sun now sets
and an orange glow
blinds me for a moment,
through squinting eyes
the majesty of the
waves, rolling in orange,
shocks me
in a single orange beam
straight through my heart
and out into the other quadrants
i turn my hips
to reveal the second quadrant
and i am suddenly on a train
shooting through the air in front
from metal tracks on the ground
around me are trees
climbing and sliding upwards
their trunks rotating in slow circles
the green grows
and grows
in moments it fills the world
consuming my sight
all is green for a moment
and then the green shrinks
forming corners as it disappears
becoming a cube
then the cube grows
and in front of me
grows a red door
and it opens
and again
i am a bouncing
red ball
and for a moment
i am fully present
in bouncing
then i fall, gravity ceasing
and i am back standing
with my hands to my sides
and i see the fourth quadrant
i see myself
grinning and shaking
swinging my whole body
in random patterns
in my chair, at my desk
typing a poem on my computer
Jan 27, 2015
Jan 27, 2015 at 10:50 PM UTC
there were songs
that forgot the only songs
that would be remembered
there were sounds
that forgot the only sounds
that would be remembered
there were photographs
that forgot the only photographs
that would be remembered
and there were greetings
that forgot the only greetings
that would be remembered
out of fuel
out in space
the memory of
the human race
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 10:11 PM UTC
particles, surging in bubbles
in a great barrier
between the space we know
and what we know only to call space
The faint whispers of humanity
cannot be heard from here
not even the light
of the only star we know
the sun we love
can be seen
the voyager continues on its collision course
with mystery and unknown
and breaks through the barrier
because it cannot divert
and enters deep space
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 6:39 PM UTC
spinning and turning
the seasons
dissolve into
a continuous
merry-go round
of cold, heat
laughter, growth
green becomes
red and yellow
then brown,
falling
falling
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
the dark navy hood of his jacket
stretches a few inches
past his forehead,
concealing his face
he pulls a wagon
full of blue salt
across the pavement
while a flurry of snow
falls around him
in a quick and deliberate rhythm
he tosses the salt
out like a serious flower girl
quietly ensuring
that it all goes
as planned
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
all it knows is left behind
the voyager is alone
it wanders through the unknown
it wanders through the unseen
colors of never before
patterns and shapes of lost planets and moons
through dust and through soaring mountains,
the voyage is all it knows
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 7:59 PM UTC