after they send the chapters to bed
the beginning and end slip into each other
plotless with heat.
sweating syntax one
word lying next to another
in beds of metaphor
they make love like similes
and dream only in poems.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 1:26 AM UTC
death hold no triumphs
absolute and naked
do not promise me forever.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 1:16 AM UTC
The forever I was promised
is hidden under my bed
the cleanest secret I’ve ever kept.
and I never look,
afraid I’ll see
monsters of empty dust instead.
Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
The thin places of half transparent sheets,
are braided between my fingers and toes.
Waking up where daylight and dreams meet,
then with soft sighs, rolls over and goes.
I hear the warm whisper of night mutter,
“Here sweetness is spun to never break.”
But all fractal universes flutter
as eyelashes wing upwards awake.
I must forget how the slants of light were,
sharpness makes silly the beautiful blur.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 11:53 PM UTC
There is a sunset on expansive lake.
Its lip of waves soft with ripples, trembles,
eyes shed tears of falling stars and still ache,
for something other than what assembles.
Such crowds. Acnes of campfires erupt,
on the blank faces of bald dunes, still preserve.
Beach's eternity makes the moment abrupt.
sand through summer fingers cannot conserve.
Oh sun, ease our smallness before the night,
gild inevitability with light.
Nov 2, 2012
Nov 2, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
you have desperations of joy that you
walk on short leashes
happiness has sharp teeth.
and mercury eyes.
collar tugging back
adam’s apple bobbing of
rabid throat.
Look up, beast, look up, frightened
brief fires.
when balloons bloom they pop
most times
but when they don't
they slip soul-less to skies
away.
Oct 25, 2012
Oct 25, 2012 at 12:29 AM UTC
when my bike breaks
a shirtless boy offers to fix it
and we kneel bare-kneed on
old sidewalk peering through
grease and stuck gears
until I turn away
as if he is a night-time
I might stub my toe on.
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 8:40 PM UTC
to middle of lake
The burn swim
where echoes breed,
and return to die
The quick dive to
humid underwaters
of held breath
and silence.
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 8:37 PM UTC
In summer dunes slopes
to midnight edges of lake
we press our bodies to the sand
roots searching for sun hidden
underground.
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 8:35 PM UTC
White linen and naked lightbulbs
there is sand in the sheets.
there are children on the porch
there are napkins folded like sleeping birds.
until the dinner bell.
Oct 24, 2012
Oct 24, 2012 at 8:34 PM UTC