herfstsesteenwegin cold wet streets
pasted with leaves,
the sun retreats;
sidewalk paved in gold
pasted with leaves
from borean gales,
the night prevails.
cold night coming
curl around their feet
from borean gales
the sun retreats;
the night prevails
in cold, wet streets.
newshours no longer whittle into daysnews3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
strangled and uncalendared;
forbidden rituals of a new dark Eros
clothesline sheets and bed throes → blunders in a blue face
and sensing your reversals, i’ve grown and grown impossibly old;
god’s bad math:
infinities as remainders.
however they lapse
i spend the better part of them
burning through the flyleaves
for mandalas sealed in hell bank
for ashes of your epilogue
for the end of throats
in songs and news.
no one can regret their past
but of futures . . .
like when planets will re-purpose you
into interstellar fruit bats or thyme pulled from the brink of comets
and you’re wondering why i'll never find you
when datebooks write us in the living.
tick...tick...tick...i've seen four seasons pass this window,tick...tick...tick...3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
and now this bookmark finds its place;
it signals not a rash crescendo,
just a steady, metronomic pace.
and now this bookmark finds its place
in the concordance of my life;
just a steady, metronomic pace
somehow beyond both joy and strife.
in the concordance of my life,
it signals not a rash crescendo;
somehow beyond both joy and strife,
i've seen four seasons pass this window.
roseyou mime a roserose4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
with hands I can't see
I can see
Circling the DrainThread the needle with diseaseCircling the Drain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Incubate the hand that feeds
Sit on a park bench, watch the twilight
Hoard the memories 'til they're flat
Trade your Cubs cap for a black hat
Sit in the dark, watch cigarette tips
Green Jello, little white pills
Headache, backache, fever, chills
Circle the drain now, everyone must
All We HaveHave you ever considered when you dieAll We Have5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
what it is you'd leave behind?
Could it be more than a few lines on a page?
Meaningless words to fade away.
Empty promises and shattered dreams
Broken hearts with no way to redeem.
Or did you leave your mark in a positive way
Bringing hope and joy to the ones you claimed?
The question here still remains.
But the answer for some is not the same.
I think it boils down to this
What kind of person were you?
Will you be missed?
Because in the end, after all of life's little tests.
Our legacy is all we have left.
terza marinathings i've never seen beforeterza marina5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(or heard or felt or smelled)
standing barefoot on the shore.
finding all senses compelled
into sharper focus, being
the best kind of overwhelmed.
some ancient call is freeing
yearnings that until now slumbered
which have altered how i'm seeing.
by preconception unencumbered
(more of all and less of me),
now the wonders can't be numbered.
i hope that i shall never find reprieve
from the lessons learned between the sand and sea.
184done writing1843 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
long lost lullabies aching with sweat and blood
riding into sunsets
AbsenceYou are far away again, yet you linger on in my house:Absence4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the scent of your perfume, the kitchenware sorted your way
and in the mattress: the hollow I curl up to at night.
inceptionthe human mind instinctively seeks to find patterns and meaning in the vast torrent of information taken in by our senses during every waking moment. this is one of the reasons we have survived as a race (so far), as well as the source of experiences that some consider 'mystical'. not to say that all mystical experiences are just a by-product of our neurology, or that those that are should be deemed any less amazing or personally meaningful. when that still small voice speaks, listen; when epiphany dawns, awaken; when inspiration strikes, create...inception2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Old shoe in a box
Dreams of asphalt and freedom
Looking for sole mate
benchedbamboo shootsbenched3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
growing through my bench;
watered by my tears
and fed by my thoughts.
Sunrise LetdownDaedalus, cradlingSunrise Letdown7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
your son's ironic wings; weep
wax-hand, gallant thief.
LightsThe assemblage of choking hazardsLights3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
covered my violet feet as I,
in my lucid dream,
called the names of people I believed
My streaming veins
sat in a nest around my waist
and I waited for the rain,
a cold shower conflated with
Smiles ephemeral, too,
I waded into the flood
in search of light.
EtherealI am made up of your FedEx-ed kissesEthereal4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
trapped in the vertical streams
of caramel sunlight cast on my skin,
pale, my lips frozen in a hopeful pout,
and sedated by the drone of your "forever" promises.
I am made.
And your arms,
a solitude in the making
with trees blooming from your lungs
and dams developing on your shoulders,
stay wrapped around a ghost-like torso.
You are making
every ache harder to decipher
from the heavy weight desire
to lie captive
in your solemn assurance that I,
movingjust before the start of springmoving3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
whilst blue moonlight washed
my slightly sacred thing
the left side of my brain
i moved out overnight
in a dream of sharp lines
as mad naked women
danced to thick phallic symbols
all covered in vine
i packed up in the darkness
(but for the blue)
placed my logic in a square trunk
my fears and my algebra too
left the past with the future
left all science with facts
and found history quite light
for all that it lacks
i left for the street sweeper
perfect plato in boxes
left him all for a vision
of green spotted foxes
GustWe merge in broken silences,Gust3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
crevices,made by your unholy eyes, in darkness
an apodyopsis evident in the one-sided smile,
mountain air sleeping on our shoulders,
relief rain escaping through our lips.
We outrun each other,
over sudden eruptions, horrible conclusions,
through unutterable truths
and between cages of enamel,
your words flossed away by mine.
We love in the wreckage of the future,
and welcome premeditated fates.
HopeThe sky is violet this morning, theHope3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sunlight through the open blinds tinted
I'm going out into this day, leave the
slatted darkness behind and bathe in the
Soon the snow and silence will be gone, and
I will become accustomed to birdsong again
Soon the longshadows won't stab and pain
will be a fading memory
I will live again
PastThick mist tucked into old hills,Past3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heavy and slumbering;
the tattered clouds gone lavender.
I won't tell you how beautiful it is.
I will only say, I am going home.
a brief visit extendedcalifornia returnsa brief visit extended3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
portraits of love
etched in endless steps
and slanted streets
stretching sunburnt limbs
its languid strides
like solemn hymns
in the grass
'round grace cathedral
it finds hope
but still potent
its thrift shop moments
of battered truths
than those intended
it makes belief
not makes believe
that nothing's ended
HeliopolisYou flew too close to the sun my friend.Heliopolis3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll tell you a secret. We worshipped
the sultry burn of liquid wax.
Praised how it dripped with the callous
uncertainty of a blood transfusion.
A candle light vigil plus an orgy.
It's always summer in the hell you made for me.
The sheer cold of sixty five degrees drove me mad.
All I can see are clay skinned women nursing
their babes with odious and bitter sweat.
Not even the devil would come
for a visit to this blistered land.
Fail me the way man failed to define evil.
It was my fault for putting the match in your hand,
God's fault for giving the Angels wings, and
your fault for being born on the wrong world.
silver stitchingwe broke each others'silver stitching3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
without [like fevers]
knowing the cause. i could
have held you to my chest
like the sun
and told you it's okay - and it is -
but you blurred your outline with
tequila and anti-depressants.
i overdosed on guilt. i killed us,
i gave your heart
a pacifier to soothe its