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.