WinterthingWinter does a thing to you, makes a thing of you,
shells you from the worldly smells and pulls you under
heavy blankets of dark and snow.
Nothing is as real
as the dreams you cut your sun-shaped holes in
when the light is out.
Let's sleep together, everyone.
By the fire, by moon.
Let's sleep together.
PressureSomething broke.Pressure1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A hard CRACK while sitting in
a soft chair. No pain registered.
The absence of it
is like watching explosions in space.
You follow the curve of your skull. You remember
how skulls are formed like tectonic plates.
Your head wants to be a planet,
volcanic, living, in change.
You continue to your left shoulder,
the one with all the problems.
But today, it has nothing to say.
Your rib cage moves
like oceanic waves, expecting a storm
that hasn't come.
You stand up,
you consider your legs,
nothing feels wrong,
But you can break
more than your body.
The day the leopards diedAlarm clock - check!The day the leopards died5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The city humdrum - check!
The noisy guy upstairs - check!
The sound of running water - check!
The angry woman on the phone - check!
The furtive cat legions, stray, spoiled - check!
The wars on TV, clamorous, onerous, futile - check!
The shadowy stalkers returning to their hideouts - check!
The mother, worrying about offspring whereabouts - check!
The birds - a farrago of doves, gulls, sparrows, crows - check!
The dogs - spaniels, Great Danes, retrievers, pomeranians - check!
The plumber, wanting money for that job he never completed - check!
The bugs, the critters, the noises behind the walls, the eyes in your kitchen sink -
Check, check, check!
Everything accounted for, I look outside and find no leopards.
You would think that this was natural. This is not
leopard country, but I feel their absence elsewhere, and
I wonder why all the city eyes look inward.
So I walk.
I cut into the sunshine
and sail the concrete waves into
the green - no leopards, into
the blue - n
The inertia of obsessionDot the connects.The inertia of obsession2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Puzzle the pieces.
Riddle every solution
with the lapses of your logic.
Close the door.
Close it again.
It's still open, close it again.
It's closed, descend to the street.
It's still open, close it again.
You know it's closed, but
get back up there,
close it again.
You probably left the oven on.
Didn't cook a thing last night,
but for some reason, you turned it on,
left it on. It's exactly the same
as when you didn't close the door.
(Is it closed at this moment?)
Turn it off, or the whole house burns.
It's not even gas, but everything burns.
And close the damn door!
It's too simple. How can something this basic
be so serpentine?
A sprawl of papers in the air catch fire, then
cascade on everything like napalm butterflies.
Your balcony is your new waterfall.
Everyone knows how firemen stop flames:
they look at them.
I will tell you what happens to unobserved trees in the forest:
Close the door!
Turn off the oven!
Shut off the valve!
Shut off the
Seven days of deliriumMondaySeven days of delirium5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today I discovered that my heart was stillborn
and only beats out of a sense of obligation to my mother.
I found this very insulting.
I was ogled by cats all day. They seem to think
I have a personality. In truth, I am the most naked animal
in the world. I own ten shirts with the word 'spine'
printed on the back. I wear them like I wear my skin.
It is changing. The rain now falls into the sky, and the
ground is dancing. I went to buy pictures of eagles,
but they were all empty. The store clerk did not understand
my disappointment. 'Don't you like this grass?' he asked,
but I told him the cause of his death: a blue Nile. This seemed
to silence him.
At least I saved the money.
Will they bury me in the end? I hope that means I will fall
into the universe like a comet. When I was little,
the other children wanted to be firemen, athletes,
lawyers, action heroes, presidents and astronauts;
I always wanted to be a comet. The reason:
I am hopelessly in love wi
BrandedHaven't you forgotten yet?Branded5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
they ask, like it was an order.
As if remembering is wrong,
as if peeling off your skin
like gradients of sky
on the naked void
is an easy thing.
Just another piston
reeling from the blow,
this is how the engine runs, they say.
This is how we go.
Towards another dawn.
We have the cosmos stripped and still,
we cannot see the distance.
We have the road rolled back, but still
we cannot see our fate.
So haven't you remembered yet?
I say, like it was in order.
As if forgetting was a remedy,
steeling you for war.
There is nothing I would rather do
than choke in the open blue.
But these bones breathe dirty air
and eyes grow darker still.
So no, I still remember,
and yes, I won't forget.
I don't belong to you
or anybody else.
In the end
I don't even
belong to myself.
The witness treeIt is cold, the heartThe witness tree1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
like I am, it sits
chill and sickly still,
and what if I'm really floating,
floating down the river.
All that was said
was kissed to the air, sweet
everywhere, the faceless there,
and what if I pale my way in the deep,
deep down on the riverbed.
The only witness
leans off the bank, all the time
in the world to think,
and what if the truth never blooms,
blooms and bulbs down the line.
Rigor samsaThere is a more important set of bones around youRigor samsa6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
than the ones that carry the meat, the cells,
and all those supposedly weightless thoughts.
Even naked, you never really are,
until you break that exo-carapace
as an open invitation.
Hearts don't ever heal,
we just armor them.
they grow shell-like
One day you wake up, tunnelling.
Digging yourself somewhere,
years of paintings
on bedrock walls
the only company.
Your hands are bloody claws,
your eyes grown big as moons.
Son of nothing,
daughter of the dirt,
you bend at the back
instead of breaking.
ThawPart of me evaporatedThaw11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
in big sky country.
Scattered in all directions,
easily startled by the naked wild.
Blue mountains sprung from rolling hills,
too far away to save it
from becoming the rain.
Past the peaks, past the desert,
sailing the vortex of trees
in which my own heartland
could so easily drown,
the bedrock smashed our bow.
We became as deadwood
on the Beaver State rapids.
You built the strangest vessels
from my creaking words, and
I tried so hard to steer them
towards the sand.
But I am no captain.
What I took for conversation
was nothing but splinters
riding glacier-back, returning
to the valley of death and rebirth.
What I took for love was real,
but nothing real ever lives
past the melting point.
The origin of flame warsWhen people sayThe origin of flame wars4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
their silly things,
All the words consist of letters,
all the letters were born from sounds,
all the sounds emerged from mutated throats,
all the mutated throats were silent once,
all the silence still meant violence,
all the violence was quickened in life,
all the life was inspired by heat and stones,
all the heat and stones were once
With such a pedigree,
our burning hearts
are still the savage tools
in our hairy hands.
Our communication skills
the screeching sounds
of egos grinding
against our limits.
Eulogy for my darlingsI let you liveEulogy for my darlings4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I loved.
We all knew
it was a
with my excuses.
Everything I said
would always bounce
my foolproof rubber cell,
crawling on the ceiling
I kill you off
and inhale deep
the blood from running
We were not good together.
You always told me
to keep the door locked.
I listened too well
and didn't even
Your bodies rot;
even in death
you kiss me
with poison lips.
No choice left
but dangerous escape.
I stand underneath a burning eye.
The air is caressing me
in unfamiliar ways
and I cannot find the sweet smell
This is freedom.
Goodbye, my darlings,
her kisses taste
like the universe.
I have chosen
the brambled path,
and intend to travel far.
With my last breath
towards the world
I want to say
"I love you"
and finally mean it.
UnbuttonI declared love dead.Unbutton2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a ceremony, and I did the obituary.
"Dear love. I told you so."
Then the burial of an empty gesture, broken
promises integrating with the earth.
I visited the grave, let my fingers run
along the unmarked stone. I would sit at the TV at night,
awash in a sea of detergent and other peoples' wives,
forgetting everything about this. One day I just woke up cold.
And it was fine.
I wrote my acceptance on the inside of my door.
Life is full as it is. Full of spoons and dirt and ways to slowly dig.
Full of reflections on what passes and what does not.
Curled up in itself, a wad of dirty bills. Life is
blue smoke drifting by. Life is consistent in its own confusion.
Rocks and boneheads, sticks and stoneheads.
Some people are dancers, wings for brains, others are dredged from the shallow sea.
We are mud people, grime, flesh, palpitation,
and sudden flashes of staggering beauty.
Life is what grinds the mountains and moves the oceans.
Life is the fantastic terror re
DelphicMy fingers are tornDelphic4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
between the blank page
and your volcano ridges.
I loosen my death grip;
it is not one or the other.
Of the unbrokenOf distant scratches end grungy engine blocks.Of the unbroken2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of your oil-stained body, junker petrol perfume.
Of the snow drifts scaling the hill, your runny nose refused.
Of the slapdash stacks and jam-packed boxes and my uncarrying hands.
Of what my glowing signs and nocturnal symbols spell to you.
Of how the flea bag scar heals, you devil little slugger.
Of exploding fertile curves, sheer joy running wild along them.
Of headaches and fears and laughter and hope and marvelous make-believe.
Of all our woven webs of fantasy, one thought conspicuous by absence.
Of ever, ever leaving you.
In the backwoodsNow I understandIn the backwoods3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
those half-serious faces,
kids in pharaoh death masks
and all the guns in the woods
clunkers on back roads
and tree marks and blood stains
and fully automatic snow.
Now I understand
cracks in the windshields,
shard ballerinas on rooftops and bones.
They dance like mothers
ripe and swelling
with things from eons ago.
This knowledge cuts you
and then the world seeps in
and then the guns in the woods
and fire and life in your head.
Nobody chooses this madness,
it just is and it eats and it sings:
lay your head down ever too slow, and
you'll never sleep alone.
I finally see it
for all that it is:
wild shots at nothing itself.
Shock absorberThe wildernessShock absorber4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
finally reaches into my skull
& my arms stick out
I am boiling my brain
to make it keep
& you are the fire
I don't fear the cold
it will contrast me
& I don't fear the dark,
it will blanket.
Life will end
& I used to fret,
(silent and nauseous)
but what is the use
in just waiting to wither?
I am replacing my legs
I am twisting my torso
for better suspension.
I am transposing into something new
& I am born from the ashes
I feel the breath
of the future, but I see
only the now,
slowly hiding its secrets
& preparing for
There are others like me,
I finally found them.
Their bodies are nervous
Splinter helixEMBRYOSplinter helix2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a derelict building shifts its swollen form
wire cage elevators moving carefully as it swallows
nestled in a womb of fragile concrete fibres
the child of paint and pastel colours stirs
searching blindly for that energetic outside world
it stretches its delicate arms like an earthquake
Tell me where you come from, what you remember
of the black ground. Talk in riddles only your kind
understands, talk in flowers, talk in thorny branches.
You crack the foundations in starlike patterns, and
you stretch the heart of you for the concrete above,
longing to carry the sky as a bed for the Sun.
the twisting flesh of the whistling tree
blankets the screaming mud with salt
in a lush park tended by arthritic backs
an old man sits with a young girl
as devils arc their spines within smiles
they discuss the taste of snow
They know the end grows high, grows nigh,
outgrows the star dome like parasite patchwork.
The invaders never came, they were the ground stones,
Garage saleI wonder if it will get easier,Garage sale8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
a thingless life.
Body of one,
room for none.
For sale, cheap:
A PlayStation 2, used.
An ambition, abused.
Four walls, beaten.
One lamb shank.
...no, that's eaten.
Ninety-seven DVDs, watched.
Three novels, botched.
One brain, worn.
One heart, torn.
& other things, call for details.
Everything must go.
Like that girl in her waist coat
who called herself my wife.
Like that man in his leather jacket
who told me how to live my life.
Why can't we all be lovers?As the hammer thunders into my skullWhy can't we all be lovers?4 years ago in Open More Like This
I wonder if this could have been different.
The nostril flares of countless generations
flapped the wings of butterflies
across the world, and nobody
tuned in on the connection?
Love thy neighbour,
Christ! Why would I
when he's a stupid prick who asks for beer
whenever he sees me on the balcony?
He pays me back in cigarette butts,
how's that for philanthropy?
Hearty home cooking should be illegal
when it can lead to cardiac arrest;
this is the kind of irony we have to deal with.
No wonder I catch people pissing
on each others' cars.
As the hammer thunders into my skull
I think 'thank you for saving me the trouble'
- and I feel so guilty. What if God is listening?
I always claim that I am no believer, but
what if God is listening?
Your can see it on a person's face.
Some have tiger smiles and shining eyes,
and they hold their hammers high.
Then again, God may be behind the strikes.
And if my crime is not believing, then so be it,
I die a smiling athe
Far rider, endless roadSkull barrier formedFar rider, endless road4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to contain the lateral shifts;
all cells are shaking in unison
to the repeating beating pulse
that keeps the air flowing.
Everything vibrating, tensing,
wild energy spikes sideways
in the direction of another
shivering human entity.
Color swirls as the sun whirls
a fireline across the median sky;
flicker 24 days a second
and the human eye will only see
To know someone else:
add up their traits,
divide by their number,
see if adding yourself to the result is equal or odd.
Like all our methods
this has its limitations.
Just breathe deeply,
and let flow
past the boundaries
of the bone.
Love is a Rubik illusion,
twisting and turning
with no solution.
OuroborosMan walking the ropes of the ringOuroboros2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a straggler, cut out and inserted,
like a collage, ripped out and reverted,
inconceivably, superimposed onto life,
like a texture, ripped and converted into
resources, mapped onto models, cut
from geometry, rigged to dance like
digital mirror ballet, meant to mimic
words and letters that convey the sweat and
bone-splintering blows of a sport born from
battles and bruises and legends, masked
as truth and labeled history, the song
of time as taught from mouth to ear and
conveyed by ever-changing meat and bone
as gospel, as if our being truly resonated with
the fabric of the universe, revealing the face
of creation in all its glory, as if anything
could be the final layer of anything, and
as we dig into the deepest dark, we finally find a
man walking the ropes of the ring.
Fata morganaYou often shoutedFata morgana5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
names from open windows
into naked streets and
blank faces. You often
told me that nakedness
needed to be traced, filled in
with heartbeat madness
and be thrown off a cliff,
but that you simply wanted to avoid
You are always left ajar;
you never refuse the uninvited.
I find you raped on your own bed
again and again,
and you never could tell me
I said that you were lockless
and I was nothing but.
I called this an equillibrium
and forced it to make sense.
All you ever saw were keys
to places hidden for a reason,
and shackles for your wild abandon.
Where I saw the future forming
you saw castles in the haze.
the second before you hit the ground.