Listening to Library Whispers April 24, 2009

A place where
poets read poems of past poet,
reading poetry to know that
the man before him was only
explaining existence.
Words are prayer,
a famed evolving tongue, serpent plough,
poetic lips sewing
fear in God, or maybe death;
fearing love or at best, eraser.
Poets read poem
rolling wave of ocean
tip of the tongue crashing down -
waves hiss, screaming snakes
so loud in an alarm-like [...]

April 23, 2009

 

Here I Am, Lord

“The ribbed black of the umbrella
is an argument for the existence of God,
that little shelter
we carry with us
and may forget
beside a chair
in a committee meeting
we did not especially want to attend.
What a beautiful word, umbrella.
A shade to be opened.
Like a bat’s wing, scalloped.
It shivers.
A drum head
beaten by the silver sticks
of rain
and I [...]

April 21, 2009

I’ve had nothing but a tiring day from a weekend that drained me like God changing the oil of a classic.

Flying Fish April 20, 2009

 
 
 

 
 
In the past my thoughts have only been subject to my own judgment, and maybe the judgment of the ones I love. I’ve watched my years turn over, moving through them like a fish moves over land, unblinking, flopping, shaking, coughing some dry, soundless cough. The dirt has a matted, wet, slimy texture right before the [...]

From the Launch Pad: T-minus Three Breaths April 16, 2009

From this outlook atop the mountain my breath is released as small, formless ghosts disappaiting in the cold. God rolled a blanket of ice around the snow globe hours ago. The rain from yesterday has crawled through the oxygen, clinging to pine needles and the lines on my chin. I cram my fists in undersized [...]

April 15, 2009

At times I look back down the hallway. Creaks whine out from under every step of my guilty shoes. Pictures pasted in parallel lines to the left and right, not one crooked, not one overly sized, not a single one smiled. The chandeliers are dim, scattering shadows instead of light, or so it seems. Maybe [...]

That Girl With No Shoes and a Headband April 13, 2009

A crack of tamborine eyes
rolling around the cage,
ball and chain tied to the tire
while you circle yourself
over and over.
My hands are still shaking
while my feet tap the concrete
hard enough to slackin up the walk
before it breaks my mother’s back.
I move myself along,
I take to your sound
like a hurricane to land.
My physique demon,
my percussion queen
singin’ sweet [...]

In Prayer April 13, 2009

“I know your life is empty and you face this world alone. You’re searching for an angel. Someone that can make you whole.”
A twitching pair of wings batter my eyelids waking me at three a.m. Covered in a plaster of dried sweat and the stench of rotten meat, my puppet of a body drags upward as [...]

Sleeping at Sea April 10, 2009

A breeze sweeps up from my ankles to my face dragging the leaves and needles of pine into a crescent shape. The air is crisp, moist almost as if I’m becoming of a cold sweat. The wind rolls over itself upon hitting me, much like the ocean would to a monumental cliff’s wall. I can [...]

Eclipse April 8, 2009

Rattling bones in the wind,
behind eyes we find reflections of
eyes battling the sun,
throwing themselves into
flames.