"waypoints" poems
my front porch is a broken candelabra
lights that used to form a pattern
now waypoints for sore eyes to wander
in upheaval
there’s something in the driveway
if i ask nicely it’ll take us nowhere
every friday
and i run my hand along the wall fixtures
with the wall switches on
but still in the dark
maybe watch the strange weather effect panes of glass
and i do that monday tuesday wednesday thursday saturday
and sunday
sometimes i listen to the thing in the drive tick
never turn
if i need to get out
ya know
see ****
thats what i do
see ****
lots of it
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 10:33 PM UTC
Light on my eye.
sunlight's glinting rays exposing rainbows
rippling
shards of lucency impinge my visions cells
prismatic spears waypoints
to atomic levels of our universe
colours translate to frequencies percieved
the pervading energy a maze of tunnels scintillating ,
all is a thundering ubiquitous rumble, the voice of god? the thought distracts and manifests as it and gone.
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 4:40 AM UTC
before you know it you have set up a world
of selves and others
where one of you – more often more – is bound to get hurt.
the stories telling themselves
apart.
the whole remaining inconsequential.
the body will not be accepted
as easily as day
gives itself up.
treading the shifting waypoints
the choices waysides of occasions
of partials.
Mar 11, 2016
Mar 11, 2016 at 3:54 PM UTC