A Poem
Each day I cleanse myself of memory,
black words on white.
That is just what they are,
words hanging like beads of water
from my hair, or from a fishing rod,
or…
A Poem
I am tired of preachers. Tired of
the right doers, and the mangled
souls obsessed with a perfect balance
of control. We are all getting so tired of it.
Exhausted…
A Poem
Something is happening on the earth.
In Hindsight it will be clear, or more unclear
with added distance. The maroon shade between the
buildings, the emerald cement, the charcoal windows.
Something is…
A Poem
Night lays upon your brow,
and all you ask is honesty.
The face reflecting is not
the one you knew growing up.
You stare across vast distances,
across the velvet…
A Poem
“There is something hostile trembling in my Certitude.”
The eyes serve as lenses,
lenses that greedily rake in the world.
The brain is a house of storm fronts,
grey as dusk and pulsating…
A Poem
On Nights Like these i can’t tell if I am just
a floating formation of chemicals electrified, bouncing
around infinity, or if I am really infinity itself.
Not…
A Poem
Their Certainty blinds them more than they can know.
With an absolutism that coughed smoked flesh from ovens,
and sent souls to the northern tip of Siberia.
They are so certain, so…
A Poem
A day of collecting sea grass,
green eyed shoes dripping
up and back and down the
side of some forgotten alley
where beer bottles and valiant
Quixotes share…
A Poem
The morning wakes the heart
And the heart, awake through the night
presses against the ribs
stoically, spreading its rhythm.
Your DNA remembers harder nights,
so unlike these nights,
where fangs pray…
