of talking them out. oh,
kids like us are specters,
spectacles: boys counting
rib(cage)s & (de)composing
don't you hate
is a vessel
we're deities or tomb-raiders; no
in-betweens for writers these days
Uncloud the borealis of your eye, show your iceberg secrets
on an axis that intersects the surface
an axis that Greek geographers established as a reference line
from pole to pole. While Greece preserves the memory of itself in Rome,
its philosophers deduce morals from the nature of man
rather than from God
and baize of whitened-green mouldering
from the pews-sides
leaving naked wood
to the disturbance caused by a water droplet,
that will be smoothed out by gravity.
This complex folding over cannot be drawn, though its properties
can be specified in full mathematical detail.
∑ 2398 a & b (put > zero as quantum) α 161
Never tell, just act
Talk, whisper, hug, kiss
You can save him-
They can not reach
a full heart.
made of heroes and villains,
I wait to be saved.
Who thought a heart could break this quickly?
One glance, one stare
Did you even remember that I was there?
Your eyes locked on her face
Who thought a heart could crumble into decay?
There are so many things I want to say
So many things I want to scream in your face
So many tears I tried to hide
When I said I felt better, could you tell that I lied?
Could you tell that this is eating away at me?
The image won't go away
I try to remind myself of happiness and glee
But I remember when you were with her, and not me
Now you tell me you love me, I trust you with that
And I want you to know that I love you too
But seriously, I'm starting to feel insecure
I want you to know that I love you, and only you
But, please tell me, could you tell me that too?
where clouds were floating just a fore in a splendor of review, a constant changing
landscape where imagination's eye did wander with glee most true?
Whose voice has spoken in an authority that would allow such a magnitude
of a natural scene, but yet t'was done in such a pace quick set that the
snuffing of the light was instantly noticed, is it a warning of ill boding coming soon?
Oh horrid rending of my bones as they all at once sound out in a unison of a roar
that is like unto that of the mightiest swing of Thor's hammer, a thundering,
a splitting, as to the very soul cracking of all that holds me up, giving way most sorely.
My eyes are blinded by the words of light that split my heart like a storm filled sky
with shafts of electric power beyond mortal understanding, I see them jagged
and sharp as they strike, and as my heart tears in deepest pain I ask it why.
No answer is forthcoming to
I can hear daddy screaming something as my pencil scribbles over the page, drawing the first square of the house. There's a crash as I close it, but my pencil doesn't move; I'm used to it already. Mommy's always breaking things.
They're quiet now, and I can't make out what they're saying anymore. I'm happy, because now I can draw the triangle better. But I can still hear them, angry whispers too low to make out, making my heart beat until it hurts. I get worried sometimes that mommy and daddy are going to split up, like my friend Jenny's did, but I don't say it to them. Jenny says that telling them about it only makes it more certain.
She's the one I draw first, after I put
She sits up, slowly, and looks around.
There is a woman sitting there, her eyes a supernova and the rebirth of a star, her shining lips the dawning of creation. Her skirts spiral into eternity, melting into the black void of forever, and she strokes a spiral galaxy like a cat. "Hello," she says.
She says nothing as she looks around. She can see, very far away, a planet being sucked into a black hole, and she watches as it is torn to pieces, ripped to shreds. She tries to get to her feet, only to look down and discover she is already standing, although she has no memory of moving. She knows it cliché, but says,