Month: May 2005

• Mother Waving

   
  from mind of mine to you,
  Ocean, my
                  Mother Waving
                             within this sphere of light upon the surf
                                                         in broken lines shining
                                                                               shining upon the shadow’d crest of edge of tide;
  as flow these crashes, tumble’d, come
                                 lightning caught in fever’d gulp of wave
  as though
                as though
                              as though breaking to be broken from the breeze of buoyed, blister’d Moon

  May 27, 2005

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• this life,

  this life,
  this world
          [we live in],
  is but an egg
       of unknown many,
       as though in bushel kept with wrap of torn-open shell
       countless with its offering

  May 22, 2005

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• if i could turn around

  if i could turn around
                  and turn around                                                                                                                  i would
                          to see your frown turn upside-down                                                               i would
                                                          in quiet rise of corners’ creasing skyward-bound, i would

  May 22, 2005

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• all/everything

  all/everything
       is but a foremoment
                   in thought
                       forgotten,
                       and remembered,
                       and forgotten;
          though you,
                   you remain,
                    you..

  May 11, 2005

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• the fan

  dt-dt-..
             the fan ..dt-dt-..
             breaks my ..dt-dt-..
             thoughts apart, ..dt-dt-..
             counting You, ..dt-dt-..
             innumerable, ..dt-dt..
             in sight ‘n’ ..dt-dt-..
             ‘motion’d heart; ..dt-dt..
             these thoughts, ..dt-dt-..
             falling, ..dt-dt-..
             in happened stacks ..dt-dt..
             are layed ..dt-dt-..
             on nerves ..dt-dt-..
             from toe to ..dt-dt-..
             head’s back..
                                 dt-dt-..

  May 11, 2005

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• wake from shiver, Memories,

  wake from shiver, Memories,
  as you be fully-made to master
  sweet-lovely sea of skin;
  as though you pilot Thought in
  surging wave receding ‘pon
  these morrow pillars pearl’d;
  with short rub of root’n nerve:electric,
  ever-fumbling is your way from light to dust

  May 11, 2005

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• if these words

  if these words,
  these
          manipulations of breath
               placed upon the lips
                         and let sift through translucent kiss/
                               nagging peck at back of thought..
  ah..
  if all i had were these words,
            would you still see my worth
            or would you cry and cringe
            as though a begging loiterer
            i have become through inverse’d sins?

  May 11, 2005

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