| 10.27.2003 a melody please sure enough to convince the ambivalent ear |
| 10.25.2003 this is a haiku for all the haikus i can't or chose not to hear |
| 10.24.2003 black-glass-box-trapped-doored-- akimbo or shattered, both? by reflected sun |
| 10.16.2003 i can make circles open eye in my breaking and not get dizzy |
| 11.10.2003 chew, swallow, and spit three words i won't remember: [you think] you love me |
| 11.13.2003 turn and face it, fool-- gasp in frigid, thrashing currents-- live freshly, wind-blown |
| 11.02.2003 remember today, forgetting we had no wings? and flew anyway |
| 11.08.2003 untitled: 4:30 am i didn't know i was falling-- yet-- but you reached down, caught me just in time and held me there, close enough to feel the blood pulse, saved me-- from myself-- again |
| false start 12.11.02 on your mark, get set, wait a minute-- but dust flies from shoes speeding you past the point of no return. anchored alone at the line, i await the cocked trigger to shock smoke from the barrel. patient? pious? panicking? my would-be competitors course ever forward, smooth streaks pulsating the blazed trail towards the horizon-- disqualified and not caring. at last! motion [the pistol explodes]-- i vibrate head to toe and it's ...more like a dance... so this is what winning is like. |
| when there are no words 03.03.02 you know how sometimes you're so full but heaven just breaks open and keeps pouring and there's nothing you can do but stand there in the rain tilt your head back and keep drinking until you're floating in your own light. |
| portrait of the moment 01.04 big black barrette bouncing out of its blonde bob, Winnie the Pooh blinking, tan boots, circles and swinging and swinging and circles: together-- apart-- linked at hands twisting, elbows flapping like wings, off the feet-- tumbling, smile: Daddy's dancing too but you didn't need anyone to tell you it was ok to dance, and now the big people are doing it too, just like no one's watching |
| don't we? 03.31.04 don't we bottle up our lives into delicate ribboned vials, glowing soft and translucent, and offer wisdom-drops to our thirsty children and anyone else passing parched, knowing that the smooth glass-- once sandpaper-rough-- has diluted the bittersweet juices within? we pour cooled what should burn, dampen what should fuel the fire, embrace the Transubstantiation (of blood into wine). drink, drizzle, drown... what's the difference |
| i'm not laughing 03.23.04 go ahead and laugh maybe i'm overreacting but it's sunshine we're talking about it's the oxygen in the air i breathe and i don't like to share it i can hardly bear it so go ahead and laugh blow me off and go your own way plant in me a passion let it wither and decay go ahead and talk i'm tired of trying to listen flash a smile it won't dry my tears or erase the imperfections that have haunted me for years yeah, go ahead and laugh it's natural, no crime but let me overflow-- i just need a little time |
| updowupdowupdowwwwwn 02.24.04 thought i'd confuse you since i have the time thought i'd give a piece of mind i used to call mine do you remember what i promised you well you can forget it now it was too good to be true 'cause simple starts and humble hearts are means for mutiny, and the cradle fell: dry bottom of the well of expectation: so when is it going to be more than words? when is it going to be more than reeling through my head? more than a half-drawn sword more than a half-swept floor more than a half-open door and a half-broken dream? i think you know what i mean: one hand tied and one losing grip and no place to stand between |
| on maturation 03.10.04 the stages of my insecurity form patterns i'm still trying to decipher: the [naive] young spirit grows a young body quivering, then confident: but the young spirit shudders to a halt and eventually makes the young body old. eventually i'll forget what i looked like and eventually i'll remember the Creator of Beauty told me i am beautiful since when must my spirit and body hold the upper-hand before i can love you? futile egocentricity twirls us, in barefoot angelic oblivion, amidst each other's [lush, pastoral] envy-- spinning longer, faster, higher, and eventually i'll forget what you looked like and eventually i'll remember the Creator of Beauty told me you are beautiful instead of approaching the stars we push them farther out of reach. is love a sacrifice? i'd better think twice when eventually comes, 'cause eventually we forgot what we looked like and eventually we remembered the Creator of Beauty told us we are beautiful |
| meager meditations meticulously coaxed into wordcraft made to wield them only fleetingly... |