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a reflection/sign/symbol of something different

we are as the shadow is:
a reflection/sign/symbol of something
                                    different

with word wound tight to thought/
                                          lip

time is but a calendar,
a marking of what is, for
without such limits, how quickened would the
                                                mind be?

i deserve all which forefollows me.

to void

You’ve taken my thoughts,
Leaving this emptiness
to void, a shadow’d ink
But spilled and left for dry.

unshuttered window

finnecky wind breaks past unshuttered window,
waving loudly ‘gainst thoughts of you in want
of some response inward/tongue-led toward silence,
love’s closest ally in defense of isolation–
what word rises, rests in swoop-drawn perch
upon mind’s budding spicket stuck/imobile within
body’s pearl-mounted barrier or cavern-positioned
catcher of the breeze in motion numb’d beneath shiver-leaves.

that feeling

that feeling– the
warmth/numb of skin under self–
how
nerve folds,
burning/
casting in for fear of char–
that breath/
stagnant,
waiting
for tide of motion to sooth/to part its
wake–
that silence,
boiling steady in simmer’d spot
so distant as to be unreachable yet
scarring to touch–
what
lies upon this wind in making fragrance/heat
a palpable taste of something/
of lightened air
in rub of ‘neath?

fore

bend ‘fore breaking,
break ‘fore bending,
leave
or speak
‘fore both.

You’ve taken

You’ve taken my thoughts,
amongst which you have my heart.

el ranchitos

Eyes:strange. Grin:grimaced.
Curve:’volving toward your eyes/your grin/your motion, quieted in lax of gravity/
your ‘deas, deeper-sought in memory’s time–
unraveled, you
drape to floor/to feet/to
thigh/to chest/to
grin/to
eyes.

i sit here,

i sit here,
motion’d but moving-not,
alone
but accompany’d.

who follows
guide-
lines hoping for a path
to per-
fection– longing!

a knowledge
not of Quiet’s retreat,
but of
water-walking.

you’re going the other way

on a road some 5 miles out from greenville,
you scoot on by with my head in tow
and i can’t help but smile
knowing you’re going the other way/
somewhere far from me,
somewhere you oughtta be but
damn if you don’t keep me wanting to
go farther from here.

the palms

i got those callouses on the palms/the type you said you’d never mind/well, now’s the time and you’re behind on ya promise/where’s the world you were ‘spose to give?/where’s the life you SAID you’d live?/where’s the fortune?/who’s the fool?/which way to the ocean?/i’m tired of buying fuel/where is the love i felt when you first smiled?/is this place a hole?/am i climbing or still slippin’/trippin’/fallin’ ’til these feet stop stallin’/refuse to leave ‘cuz those wounds hurt to heal/are those words still ‘live on wind where these ears can’t listen or is the current ever-after already?

musings & scribbles