Posts published in “Poems”

just
     full of disappointments,
                                    those
                                            wishes let sit for
                                                                   no reason other
                                                                   than no other reason

all depending ‘pon the way,
i imagine a blank canvas, saturated in
holes/the darkest holes/the craters
of eyes’ comets, those
trailed-ones let freeze from melt of ‘motion, that
valve-clenching pattern over nerve
you know stops, but not when,
 until you know nothing else.

seek clarity of self;
‘llow less of want;
forge thought as steel,
from extended heat
to smoothened cool,
for bring of sharpened length.

in today’s society,
it’s hard to tell the
crazies from
the normies–
you see
someone talking to themself,
and then find a wire
attached to their caller.

i would travel this Earth,
these Planets,
this System/Solar,
these Spirals,
this Galaxy–
of all Time to You i will reach
if there be no way to crawl–
may these words, these thoughts, this
bleed upon paper/a sentencing
of unruly/broken sheets sprawled while in
quiet beg of You: Queen, Angel, Princess,
 Smile: Your response in silence to
a taking-breath pull of Gravity, mine: You.

the focus of your photograph leaves you shaking, breaking laugh for cry of body/of clutch of me for knöw’ i’m here– could you see me, would you stare in ‘turn so shaking is seen not by me, but with you?

once, far from here, an angel knew
her way to waker’s dreams–
or were they photographs?–
or were they lost in determination?–
either the way, she, in me, was held
without hands nor mind, but in suspension
‘wixt lips’ limits, wide in silent breathe of her,
this, the only angel willed to walk ‘spite her wings,
those risen or drift-in wind cumbersome things

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.

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

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.