"metronomal" poems
She is in the blue shadow of a city on the horizon,
the metronomal click of six inch heels, hypnotic on linoleum,
the reflection of one window in another,
the scoliosis of the trees in an unlit wood.
When the sun is setting, and each blade of grass casts a shadow against the others,
here the images are ready, like Velcro, to hold fast to a heart.
In the slumber of dead flies on an attic windowsill,
the cacophony of the contents of a garbage can spilled into the truck before your alarm,
the way the syrupy night covers the windows to make it seem the world beyond has ended,
there are words with which we amplify the beats of our hearts,
most especially when they are too soft for us to hear ourselves.
Apr 25, 2013
Apr 25, 2013 at 8:12 PM UTC
Gravity Pulls
Our forms to be
Us
Forciose things
and full of wonder
Coalesced
A singularity
Yet
Light gives sight
To halo Rings
cast black by the unknown.
As
Matter found
in vapor form,
gives lift
To humbled fret
For This
A contract ,
duelly met
Is thee
Unbalanced bet
Thus of this
the arch of spark
The metronomal
Mark
Are
Atoms and matter
Space and time
Those truths of ,Light and dark
With tools so crude
To flame
From spark
Creation cold and stark
From this
Reclusive
Alcamist
A Sentient being
adrift
And
Rue and refuse the piety
To gods
of gastsly note
So
due I hail
Thee
full of spite
Destroyer
Jubilant
Respond to you
Of you
no word
Shepard
Nought of
Herd
Of countless time
With rhythms rhyme
Reiterate
Time spent
Oh creature coward
Faceless you
Our saviors son's decent
Who
gave to me a hand of sand
The
grains,
owned
by
the
******
And woe of he
The ward of space
Gate
keep
Absent
grace
Riddled with
A failing mind
Our Blessed
Heathin *****
For
Surly plans
unknown, unwind
Of what he
Has
In store
This
An empty
Formulaic
Tombe of ancient tune
speaks this code
A wayword
vice
Absent
paradise
In higher planes he finds abode
Neglectful father form
And
finds he
solice
As
He
Demands
Souls
For
Evermore
So faceless form
Unmask thyself
Disarm
With
Your
Descent
For us
The mortal
Masses
Ask nought
With no consent
Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 9:48 PM UTC
Gravity Pulls
Our forms to be
Us
Ferociose things
and full of wonder
Coalesced
A singularity
Then
Light gave sight
To halo Rings
cast black by the unknown.
As
Matter found
in vapor form,
gave lift
To humbled fret
As This
A contract ,
dully met
Is thee
Unbalanced bet
Thus of this
the arch
of
spark
And metronomal
Mark
Are
Atoms and matter
Space and time
Those truths of ,Light and dark
And with such tools
so crude
To brood
To flame
And fuel
A spark
Creation cold
Creation still
Creation void and stark
So
this
Reclusive
Alcamest
A Sentient being
adrift
Does
refuse
His
piety
Such god
of gastly note
So
due I hail
Thee
full of spite
Destroyer
Jubilant
And Respond
Of you
no word
A Shepard
Nought of
Herd
Of countless time
With rhythms rhyme
Reiterate
Time spent
Oh the hour
Spent of you
Lent not of your ear
Oh creature
coward
Faceless you
And
I
The
Waiting
lamb
Who
gave to me
a hand of sand
The
grains,
owned
by
the
******
And woe of he
The ward of space
Gate
keep
Absent
grace
Riddled with
A failing mind
Our Blessed
Heathen *****
For
Surly plans
unknown, unwind
Of what we too endure
This
An empty
Formulaic
Tombe of ancient tune
speaks this code
A wayword
vice
Such
Absent
paradise
In
higher planes
finds he abode
Neglectful father form
And
finds he
solice
As
He
Demands
Souls
For
Evermore
So faceless form
Unmask thyself
Disarm
With
Your
Descent
For us
The mortal
Masses
Ask nought
With no consent
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 1:59 AM UTC