three woke this morning

to empty beds
empty sails
and empty days

one woke with certainty
one woke in turmoil
and one woke with tortured hope

...and that may make all the difference.

I'm firing a canon in D.
D for dastardly lullaby.
I dare not the tale
of the other six fails.
My pipes will wail
in the seventh sea's gale,
I search for the white whale.

Endless static rattles my confined domain
home to voices familiar--
always unwelcome.

Prolonged imprisonment; desperation
yields these chains not of mass.
Mere figments they are.

Are the screens and their unintelligible,
motioned illusions abstract enough
to conjure a new image
to obsess over?

Nay, I remain tranced, ridden
in dismay.  No fulfillment.

Every image I decipher
escapes with the last.

Will trickling like icicles
before summer's Sun.

Subject I forever am to
this sadistic therapy.

I arrived ,
     the narrow ,
          the unnerved ,
               and unwavering ,

Never was I any of these .

Instead I arrived like
a cold soaking rain .

As everyone was looking
for a change .

The sparrows huddled together
and talked cheap talk
with hushed cheeps
and eyed me
suspiciously

I could write a thousand words,
Still it wouldn't be near, close,
Run around the whole great globe,
Dress you up in all that gold.

I could live a thousand lifes
Still won't find what is behind,
Those three words that are so strong,
Simple, louder than we know.

I could learn a thousand rhymes
From the poems in my mind,
Still won't find what is behind,
Those three words, and what they hide.

I could try, still never close,
I'm declared : forever lost.
I would never be near, so,
Here they are: 'I love you'....so

Distance

























Given to birth loneliness


                                                    ­                                                    Space


Lie­s fill gaping mistrusts
Between

Barriers pierced
Walls of flesh sing
R  h  y  t  h  m  i  c

Beating

B
  l
   e
    e
     d
       i
        n
         g

Soul to soul
Alas, not heartfelt
Sinister lurks behind
Veils of deceit

One bond
          Two chances
Three minds
          For what?

The end
Unanimous
Defeat

Love is
                                 Wither
Love is
                                 Perish
Beautiful poison

Lust is
   Three

Lust is

Lust
    
        *is