Oct 2015
Where is the darkness in eyes in alleyways in downtown in weather
I feel my cheeks coated in fall air
And wonder
Where is the brightness in eyes in leaves in spontaneity around the corner
Could be a void or a spiral stair or a man you’re sure you’ve met somewhere
And maybe he has not a care
But the cup of coffee in his hand
And so you make a toast
To good mornings
And change
Found under the carpet where our newborn lies
With joie de vivre and a gurgle
That makes you want to kiss the world
But you can’t
Which is why you have the man
And the newborn
In your living room
With change under the carpet
One day your world will crumble
And again
Again
Until you contemplate the multiverse
Or perhaps it will expand
Or inflate
Or burst
Until you contemplate the infinite
Raise discontent within your cycle
Raise discontent within your cycle
Where are the fire-brimmed eyes
The gulf that scorches
Unquenchable
I will either live
Or drown in you
Where are my companions
In sin in question in masks and equations
My brothers the trees
How you’ve always reminded me
Of molasses
And honey
And water
Do you see?
How love and unrest and the illusion of depth
All lay down and die at your doorstep?
And you’re stuck moving backward trying to
Remember when you all first met-
And you unconvince yourself-
And the next time love greets you, you are
Surprised and gentle,
And then it all comes back to you:
Philosophy class, *****, solace at the ocean-
You panic-
And your lover is now shapeshifting so close beside
You that you can feel his breath
Derive your cycle
Derive your cycle
The Balance is surging beneath the surface.
To Stillness Life Travels.
And love, and unrest, and the illusion of depth
All lift the chests of rodents in garbage bins
Who then crawl out from under lids
This is all done in secret
At midnight
With the yellow toothed man under the yellowy moon
As witness
Only he knows
How life persists
And why
And not for you or I
But for each all the same
Indistinct
I will not shrink
Or wait
Or vie
But, beckoning from the mount
I will challenge the cycle
Let it believe it has killed me
And rise
And, beckoning once more,
Instantaneously, it will face me.
But stone I will be.
And before me the cycle collapsing
And behind me the vortex opening
Bestowing the gift of surrender.
I feel my cheeks coated in fall air
And wonder
Where is the brightness in eyes in leaves in spontaneity around the corner
Could be a void or a spiral stair or a man you’re sure you’ve met somewhere
And maybe he has not a care
But the cup of coffee in his hand
And so you make a toast
To good mornings
And change
Found under the carpet where our newborn lies
With joie de vivre and a gurgle
That makes you want to kiss the world
But you can’t
Which is why you have the man
And the newborn
In your living room
With change under the carpet
One day your world will crumble
And again
Again
Until you contemplate the multiverse
Or perhaps it will expand
Or inflate
Or burst
Until you contemplate the infinite
Raise discontent within your cycle
Raise discontent within your cycle
Where are the fire-brimmed eyes
The gulf that scorches
Unquenchable
I will either live
Or drown in you
Where are my companions
In sin in question in masks and equations
My brothers the trees
How you’ve always reminded me
Of molasses
And honey
And water
Do you see?
How love and unrest and the illusion of depth
All lay down and die at your doorstep?
And you’re stuck moving backward trying to
Remember when you all first met-
And you unconvince yourself-
And the next time love greets you, you are
Surprised and gentle,
And then it all comes back to you:
Philosophy class, *****, solace at the ocean-
You panic-
And your lover is now shapeshifting so close beside
You that you can feel his breath
Derive your cycle
Derive your cycle
The Balance is surging beneath the surface.
To Stillness Life Travels.
And love, and unrest, and the illusion of depth
All lift the chests of rodents in garbage bins
Who then crawl out from under lids
This is all done in secret
At midnight
With the yellow toothed man under the yellowy moon
As witness
Only he knows
How life persists
And why
And not for you or I
But for each all the same
Indistinct
I will not shrink
Or wait
Or vie
But, beckoning from the mount
I will challenge the cycle
Let it believe it has killed me
And rise
And, beckoning once more,
Instantaneously, it will face me.
But stone I will be.
And before me the cycle collapsing
And behind me the vortex opening
Bestowing the gift of surrender.
