Evan Backward

Evan Backward Jul 2012

It's as if something fell from the sky.
Crash landed in front of me.
The label reads, "Mars".
No, "Acme".

What the hell is it?
Round but, bent and broken.
Was it round before?
I think that's metal, I can't tell.

I suppose I'll just have to
Call the authorities.
Can't very well
Just leave it there,
In the middle of the street.

It's lifted away,
Presumably to a properly sized
Bin. Garbage bin that is.
How big would the bin have to be?
How big was it?
Like a dump truck.
No, smaller.
Like a toy car.
It's a wonder it didn't do any damage.

Evan Backward Jul 2012

It Goes On

The flower opens softly.
Welcomes the sun into its depths.
The seeds slowly take flight,
Wandering between shafts of sunlight.

A baker walks home after work.
He, or she. They nod to a passerby.
Must be friends.
How nice.

A ribbon falls gently from the hair
Of a little girl.
Tied there loosely, as it was.
The wind had no trouble starting the dance,
That would lead it fluttering down the busy street.

I smell you, see you,
Hear the call of the ocean.
The roll and rumble.
The fall, and tumble.
Maybe I've just had too
Much salt water today.

The muscles contract.
Air flows through the tube, to bring about
The vibrations of song, and moonlit afternoons.
Laughter floats unimpeded into the wind.

I must be insane to think
That my feet actually touch the ground.
I'm sure they just fall through it.
I really shouldn't walk in graveyards anymore.

Evan Backward Jul 2012

Tell Me Where to Start

One day,
We'll buy a nice house in the south of France
And dance on the graves of those who doubt imagination.
But not today for we endure urban slums
And cold concrete villages.

Someday,
I'll be rich and you'll be sated.
Together we'll grow old and discuss memories
Of when we first dated.
But just how weighted is the thought?
For today, everyone's the one and I can't see some days,
That one day we'll be together.

Today,
I can't breathe when the bonds of rules and fools
Push down upon the clouds of my dreams,
And I freeze.
No logs for the fire,
My motivation makes a proper icy prison.

One day, some other day.
In a life that doesn't exist today.
I'll be at peace.
Not today, for I brave no days,
And dream of that one day,
When I walk towards another day.
Another time and place. Where I,
Lay in peace.

Evan Backward Jun 2012

Blatant Desires

Write me a poem he said,
My eyes all bleary and red.
Shock of an unwanted pop quiz,
I never meant to enter show biz.

But write him a poem I did,
In my heart, it stayed there, hid.
It rocked the boat of thought and feeling.
Here on deck, I stood there reeling.

I wrote him a poem and here it is.
In my heart, t'will stay there, his.
Endlessly, forever kneeling.
Knowing, wanting. Words revealing.

Evan Backward Jun 2012

Faces*

"It's mine."
Sharp eyes,
Stakes her claim.
She doesn't mean it's hers.
She means it's not mine.

Evan Backward Jun 2012

On Awareness

Mountains sway and tumble.
A quaking bumps against innocence.
The moon passes over the sun,
Birth of a night, granting vision of the shadows.
Monsters come out to play.
They crash stone and boulder,
And the dead cry in worldless sound.

Evan Backward May 2012

Ever Deeper*

I relax, deep into the smoke,
Into the mirrors of this place.
Sinking backward into my arms,
Into the wood, into the air.
Falling. Into my broken bones.

Melting into your arms, my arms.
Falling into the mess of broken limbs,
Fainting into you, into me.
Failing to feel flustered, composed, together, me.
Feeling me, you, I sing songs of birds in circled flight.
Flying into wood, and air.
Into the mirror of the sky.
Sink, and swim.

Drowning in tides of mist,
Hands grasping, reaching from the hull,
We are ever pulled but, we are flowing.
Just ringing and sauntering.
Spinning, falling.
Woven into the strands of hair,
That dance with us in this tattered rag.

Here, we falter.
Preserving what sings beneath
Boats, and tides of mist.
Falls into our broken arms,
Reflection of a shattered mirror.
The painting, of a world in flames.
Ever deeper.
Into sleep.