Last GaspMore Like This
And the sun glowed a deep red,
just enough to color the inside
of the room a deep mahogany,
stripes of color on the walls.
And the clouds formed in the distance,
just enough to cradle the sunset.
And as if by magic, the rain fell down,
undisturbed by any wind,
undisturbed by any thoughts.
And I watched in great longing,
wondering what the world has
left for me to witness,
for even if I can not leave this room,
I can see everything just outside.
I watch as the color fades from the sky,
and the mahogany turns a brilliant lapis,
and then to nothing.
As the clouds reflect the last gasp of magenta,
As the world fades to black, the rain dies down,
reflecting what little color remains,
and then I turn on the lights.
Soft SpeakingMore Like This
I wake up in my bed.
The pillow behind my head
is soft and cool to the touch
as I stare at the ceiling above me.
The sandy texture of the ceiling
comforts me as I try to forget
about the world.
I stand up with great ease
and walk to the window.
I look outside,
and see the sun is still out.
The clouds have greyed
the world ever so slightly.
I see the tops of the trees.
They sway so slightly in the wind.
Have I woken up from a nightmare,
Or have I entered another dream?
The BusinessmanMore Like This
I see you.
I don’t see you, but I hear you.
I hear you breathing from over here.
I hear your nostrils flaring
and your lungs gasping.
I hear your eyelids flickering,
your eyes darting around the room,
and your tear ducts watering.
I hear the scattershot heartbeat,
as if it’s trying to escape your chest.
I hear your stomach gurgle like it’s
being beaten to death.
I hear your hair standing up on end,
and your pores flooding with sweat.
I hear every cell in your body
crying out in unison.
I hear them screaming, “Help me.”
Which is too bad,
because I’m the only one listening,
and I don’t even care.
The Great PerhapsPerhaps the stars are in the sky for the number of souls that I love.More Like This
Perhaps the sun shows that we should also radiate like her.
Perhaps the night hides all our dark sides.
Perhaps the laughter takes away the pain and gives hope.
Perhaps the sea does not know where to spread, knows no bottom.
Perhaps the waves hit the shore, at low tide and high tide.
Perhaps the cycle of the sun, over hill and vale.
Perhaps the bothering dream, day and night.
Perhaps a balance tilts to the left or right.
Perhaps an uncertain decision, whether yes or no.
Perhaps is the dance rhythm of possibilities
Perhaps sits as deep as the sea of time.
Son of NiobeHe was born in the bitter waters, from a seed red as blood. He had washed up on the shore and was fed by clouds and mists. He had grown without roots, but with flesh and bones that formed sharp angles at his hips, where the foxes came to drink.More Like This
He grew into the shadow of the mountain, the murmur of the river. Birds nested on his shoulders, and fawns ate from his immobile hands.
For an eternity or more, it was the wind and the gentle rain that kept him asleep; but with the first rays of the sun, he discovered the sky, and the river, and the mountain. He discovered his loneliness and the missing roots around his feet. He moved closer to the river; strands and locks twisted and ran, carrying butterfly fish and corpses drowned long ago. He looked into their faces and tried to touch his own; but he found none, although he could see and breathe and talk.
“Follow the water” one of the dead mouths said.
The river climbed up the mountain, as its waters ran down the valley; he
flight.forceful compartmentsMore Like This
where I reach for components
which offer such comfort
from separate people
their separate lives I care not
their conversation is poison
so I block poisonous words with metallic pelicans and oceans
inside of metal birds
which a crew has sent soaring
over similar microcosmic expanses
rings of fireThe rings of fireMore Like This
glow through the night,
or the will to fight.
our flowing blood
our beating hearts,
ensure our souls
will never part.
On A Diet, Give Me A PizzaMore Like This
The man wanted a pizza, but he wouldn’t have gotten one had it not seemed like the right thing to do. He went to the local pizza place. He hesitated to call it a mom and pop place because it’s usually filled with drunk college kids. It was slightly more expensive than Dominos, but the quality was much better, and one could get a specialty pizza for a decent price. The walk was much better too, as it passed through a district filled with lit up stores and happy drunks, instead of parking lots and violent drunks, driving their cars.
The restaurant itself had a 1950s theme. One could imagine a New York romantic comedy movie playing out at one of the window seats, a very boring romantic comedy. The man approached the counter, and apologized ahead of time, because this was the first time he had been to this place, and so he must ask questions.
“Do you do debit?”
“I hear you do one dollar slices? Is that correct?”
“What size is the pizza for the deal