Thursday, September 2, 2010


it's been so long since
hitting the streets with poets
my tongue is dry
stumbling on hollered words

looking for answers in tea leaves
at the bottoms of many a drained cup
i never learned this art
but then have i learned any?

i look to the troubadours and find
paths wiped clean by age and dust
(daring us to forge our own
or warning of futility?)

thoughts flit through the wind as ever
don't let me fall too behind

Saturday, August 21, 2010


it's all in your head

he said

beauty and worries and even

the view outside your window

nobody can tell you what is

he said

because what is

is only what you see and feel

cover your eyes

(he did)

see how

it doesn't disappear?

it's all in your head

he said

and if you want to forget

let's lose our minds

Tuesday, August 10, 2010


silent films

play in our mind

not black and white

but vivid in color

daring us to scream

the visions as loud

as the reel

in our mind

creating in -

silent rooms

silent mouths

silent stares

- stories form

fact or fiction

never knowing

clues in a sudden touch

in unshielded eyes

only glimmers show

so we play the parts

that break our hearts

Thursday, July 29, 2010

calendars and countdowns

there are too many nots nots knots crying out but i am deaf in anticipation so i wait wait wait - but time is a weight hanging over me and screaming at me the walls carved with lines steady and consistent as the passing of days, reliableness at its most superficial - but i am blind so come winter spring summer and fall with scraped knees and ambitions right back to the beginning.
when did i let my senses go?

Monday, June 28, 2010

are you the teacher of my heart?

hands so soft

write piercing into eternity

truths that can only be hinted at

how can beauty like yours flourish

amongst decay and debauchery

gardens in a sea of machinery?

yours is a canvas

delicately etched by life

i trace its trajectories to find

wisdom twinkling behind eyes

secrets behind a smile

through stone paved pathways

in midnight's crib

i await your familiar light

speak to me in your sea of eloquence!

speak to me in tongues!

or don't speak to me

and let me learn

Friday, June 11, 2010

in dreams

to where does my mind run,
at nine in the evening
with red eyes and red sun?

floating on breezes
it goes where i cannot.

head bobbing up and down
in agreement to sleep
i mumble words to call it back.

i can't chase something into time,
but still i call my horse until i am
and hope that it's not a mare.

i give one final bob
spilling my drink
i catch up in dreams.

Sunday, May 30, 2010

i need

i need thoughts to be tangible
i need to hold them in my hand
unweave them in my fingers
set them against the light
and play Sherlock Holmes

instead they build up in my mind
like air in the lungs of children
who want to be the best

i suffocate under ideas and suspicions
why? how? when?
and most often,

unlike air
i can't find the path from thought to mouth
i blow and blow
but always,
i just turn

Saturday, April 24, 2010

on disappearing

i enjoy disappearing
shutting off my phone
hiding my letters
locking my doors

turning off my eyes
i build labyrinthine worlds
and trace the depths of my mind
just deep enough so that i don't fall in

i dance with phantoms
to the drumbeat of my heart
occasionally interrupted
by the doorbell's call

if the ringing doesn't stop
i kiss the ghosts goodbye
and climb back out
into the void.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010


i couldn't tell you what i think
even if i wanted to
for there are three moons and countless stars
(though i spend all my time counting)
maybe Galileo sat at his desk with parch/ment/lips
and tried to find the cure
his method disguised as his pretence
but nonetheless pure

unwinning led to here
we stand in time & space
we here
not you and i
or you and me

but minds are transcendent
they are the key
though we know not
where to find the lock.

Monday, March 29, 2010

in difference

where to?

pressure enveloping my bones

[your collar matches your hands]

caught and released

straying from your gaze


stray [you] from mine

anywhere is free


here isn't anywhere


torrential triteness

absorbed into the atmosphere

i only appear moved to avoid the quagmires.

Sunday, March 28, 2010


a collection of perceptions


to the point of becoming

mere fragments,

disjointed like static

and just as loud.

what is real?


flowing and meeting

fleeting glimpses

universes conversing

without knowing

holding our ears and

staring up

with clenched eyes

pray that focus

will become of us

while fearing the masterpiece.