Friday, November 06, 2015

Long Side My Head

Long side my head
See the memories of your face
See the memory of my faces
Lanes of travel, disposition of anti darkness strategies,
Micro expressions bursting hide and seek between love and deceit

Gave it all away
Came to play
Knew you when you were young
We’ve never met the sun alone, dear Sol

You cannot be named, nor tamed, nor left without scarring
Not forgotten, not begotten, not bemused, abused, dissuaded, abated
Seen you far away, famous, beautiful, and just as useless in a fight

There was lightning in the storm last night
Arcing pole to pole
Separate bolts for separate people
Racing Capricorn to Cancer
Illuminating backyard secrets behind the Moon

May be, we won’t ever be what we wished
Falling down, it takes new hands to rise again
New fingers printing in new symbols
New phonemes, new dialects for new tribes worshipping new gods

Left behind so many fears
Yet find more villains gearing the grinders
The true mystery is the arena, what ground is this fighting for
Sound and color betray all as usual, for the first time

Finally, before it’s scrubbed from thought again:
I feel each day push me further away from the present
Each consuming more concentration compressing context consideration
Each another slice of young daring dreams whipping by
Like withering weathered posts long side my road

At speed, and picking up


Saturday, February 28, 2015


Iso           ionometer,

I so          chromatic chronometer.

God         reason.
On               site
              spin       push.


bang (sigh) bang.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Shelves Of Unknown Objects

Shelves of unknown objects
A flashlight flickering, rolling across the floor
Arms and a torso turned to the wall, alone, absent yet alarmed
The middle of the tunnel is dark, for both the beginning and the end lay too far to declare any light
Spin four times around, and guess
What meaning exists in only the present
What world turns without a curve
What Sun
What Sol

Even the blind use bookmarks
Hold this place for me
Speak this old name
Marvel the sound of the fallen tree
Wonder that you knew
Wonder that you’ve flown a billion years
Through skies that begat skies

Great good comes from instinct
Instant decisions to flee to kill to defend to mar to forgive
The morning will surely raise us again
Until the last night
Until the final breath before all air disappears

I remember you
From a time when you were human
And I the simple beast
We spent days in that burning forest
Nights together fearing the embers
You left me by the cooling river
You said many things I could not understand
But I listened

If mind is made of mental associations
Do the connections of recall work only in one direction
Can not the memories cause the inspiration
Or are we so locked in the relationship of cause and effect
So held in our image of time and consequence
That we will never reverse birth
Nor bestir death

What is this longing
This need to preserve, protect, provision
Such animal fear
Such desperate ephemeral puffs of hope, courage, love
What game we must be to the creator
Who makes creators such as we

In the end the best beginnings become pairs

Like a couplet grouped unawares