lookinme

29 May 2007

i bet time is a legendary snake

i suspect a wave
a winged thing a
night trajectory
to swoop in erasingly
to rend chimera from
mache, crepe dresses
to rain fluttery, stick
in the anorexic branches

i suspect a new nations'
flag to be a shoehorn or
virtual kiss, a magnet or
ouroboros emblem pinned
at the ire of god to
the breastpocket of man

we know what direction
the wind will blow tomorrow
at nine a.m. and we set sail
accordingly, half mast to
billows but a silk lined
coffin just won't do, we
need bacterial linament

the dearly beloved is
no lie, but a dream of
cut grass, ankles combined
moontipped fingers, and
wine, a reluctant infinity
in the face of time

24 May 2007

one more breath...





"sometimes afraid of reunion, sometimes of separation: you and i, so fond of the notion of you and i, should live as though we'd never heard those pronouns."

because i'm so tired of talking about "you", or her, or "i", when i'm always talking about just one thing. wanting to go back before we bit the apple of language, when it was just in our eyes and the serpent of speech was sleeping at our feet. this garden shrinks, our expulsion is written all over our weary hearts.

we, one-sided, mobius strip in and outside wish to get closer how do i hold my own back...how do i hold myself back. rush forward into you, preview, love this doesn't end with us.

"love does not begin with another person, nor end with that. it begins with the air the beloved breathes and never ends."

09 May 2007

shantysoul cardboard blues

i've been moiling in this present
life, in its ever redirected course
to find that time is a sphere-
like fantasy, a mimic of a mind

i see place, a you out there
churning, almost close
enough to find carress of,
but i've already lived this
am and am already missing it

my mandalas blow away
before i can finish them, women
don't call pigeons parrots but
i can't help but parade my
flashy feathers in the dark

language is a trapieze artist
s dream, a slow pendulum,
an inside-out sleeve i surf
and wish well to you too
midnight effervescent a
spark ploughed shoe