The water is so mundane -
infamously drained of spirit,
carrying my tongue to a place farther
away, in comparison of moon to
God’s solemn sun.
You want to talk about
every bit of it,
I can’t figure out where to
start before identifying
where it ended or began.
Leave here now,
my throat is sore from
a sleeping cough blaming
the fragile, silk air.
When I caught you
I [...]
Her Wit Released Me
October 7, 2008
She’s Found My Sleeping Tree
September 25, 2008
A collapsable lung is not a disposable drum to beat against like the heart believes.
A radical pace of passion cues me in to where I want to be (in such time of need).
A retractable tongue will keep my lips calmer than “silence” spoken into the wind.
Trees will contract around such mechanical sounds delivering us to our [...]
There’s a
May 25, 2008
sad reason for resonance
without taste, without the sane weening wane
of our majestic, brilliant Sun.
In sleep he devours little children
via dance towards the moon -
or lifeless paths patching together
pathless strands,
waning, waxing, resolving
Her creeping body over
my watering hole of a mouth
Please divide hands from clasp
and part way with my distraction,
decision to revise,
redraft the kindle – kin – [...]
