"icosahedron" poems
o how centuries pass with little
regard for the
stones that they
subtracted -- ! the dribbling
of water cannot
salivate over a rock
without a speck
mixing into
that droplet, being taken away,
carrying with it the dreams of the rock's atoms.
further do the rocks align with the sea than they could ever
the earth.
the way waves wobble holds a water
jug and pours out the turquoise stars, the stars
pour out water and into water the jug
(a tremble) sobs.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
You left a photograph with red light leaks
You had a waxen skin and a Cheshire smile
You wore a dark blue stripped sweater
Had on faded blue jeans
You were wearing your favorite necklace,
The one shaped like an icosahedron
It was quite haunting, this photograph of you
I don’t remember taking it
Wasn’t even quite sure it was you
May 15, 2025
May 15, 2025 at 10:06 PM UTC