I feel like sometimes this is the hardest thing for me to do. Release. Relieve myself from every single day’s torment of dementing me.
From here I fall up.
Into the sky.
Into the mouth of God -
my wet cave of sound(less)
heat, breathing,
revision.
“Until creation becomes
revelation,”
I said to her,
wishing, waiting for my own
message to transfer,
mouthing words in
no real vocalic [...]
Cartwheels and Swings
November 3, 2009
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.
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.
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 [...]
I am a fidget
April 8, 2008
arms dangling, legs blasting back and forth. Sitting down all day makes me impulsive. Greedy for immediate rushes. I need stable thoughts. I need, I need, I need. Instead, I want to calm my nerves and let myself fully develop true thoughts without influence of those in NEED, need, need.
I was asked, yesterday, to help [...]
