Conversations About Death June 29, 2009

Words are water,
tumbling from the mouth
of a shallow pitcher,
hoarse, sly like the match
God dropped in Hell,
coarse, dry like dryer lint
under the branches
keeping my eyes under
level seizures of thought
shaking into the mouth of
another.
Flame in throat
hoping to choke down
the glass.

Waking the Dead June 24, 2009

With a few drowsy steps I shuffled my feet with stiffened legs and with an uncaring yank out plopped my carry-on bag. I wasn’t in the mood to wake up. My life felt black and white like the color had been beaten out of it from nightmares and unfinished dreams. They say you’re supposed to [...]

De-vine Filthy Layers June 12, 2009

“The boundaries which divide life from death
are at best shadowy and vague.
Who shall say where one ends,
and the other begins?” – Edgar Alan Poe

I feel like there was once always a time where I could revert back into the person I was when young. I can remember the tasteful years of small imagination becoming the [...]

Watching the Sun Set June 5, 2009

My body has filled with light and every pore pours out a laser-like stream. Pins to the surrounding oxygen. Molecules bursting into atomic matter, floating in slow motion like some hot rod dream. The sun is sleek, and now becoming a fair Mona Lisa, wasting away every last ounce of energy in hopes to reach [...]

Eyelash Wishes June 3, 2009

eyelashes droppin’ in a spiral dance,
the mother iris lets them go
like a mother of birds watching her newborn
children plummet,
some catchin’ wind and grantin’ wishes,
the others there to prove
gravity exists, and owning an umbrella
doesn’t make you an English nanny
when asking for acceptance.