In
writing on 12.28.09 at 11:59:14 AM
I wonder if you miss me
as I miss you;
like a fear that one
comes to accept as opposed
to a rebels eschew:
an old age that will find us
alone in the imagining of
a reflection that might merely
live in the just of wished
for hues.
I wonder if you miss me
as I miss you;
like six seconds of
history written in the
journals we [...]
In
writing on 12.24.09 at 11:34:42 AM
I have met you before,
down by that shop
which sold us the vinyl
we played too fast
while eating the melting
cream we had to consume
before the flash.
I have met you before,
more times than fingers
on the hands,
and I know that patience
is the cause for each day
we wake next to our lives
asleep on the pillow of
every choice that led
us to [...]
In
writing on 12.23.09 at 05:02:52 PM
physicists spell life out
in constants that pull
the galaxy apart at
the seams in order to
explain that time
stands still only
in the vacuum of the imbalance
of the perfection in
a cosmos fired by the
belly of a stove
stoked by the flames
of our universal
expression of too many
connections and chaotic
calendars.
poets spell life out
in the rules of order
laid by those who know
but don’t [...]
In
writing on 12.23.09 at 09:52:12 AM
smoke like steam
mixes with the snow
like sky,
above the red and brown
and burnt sienna of
the structure we spent
the night planning
the rest of our lives.
years like seconds
mix with the minutes
like wine,
over the brown and yellow
and white of
the winters we spent
the days spanning
the rest of our lives.
punctuation like flaws
mixing with the reason
like spine,
inside the notions of potions
and moments [...]
In
writing on 12.17.09 at 02:52:33 PM
on a terrace looking through
the split infinitive of this
sentence forming quickly
from a silver cacophony of
revelry one hundred and
eighty degrees from ascension.
buildings climb away from salt
left swimming in oceans of lime.
on a stage mouthing through
the splitting infinity of our
cat call whistles from
an era where men are not
afraid to be bold
and women are t hoping
to be something [...]
In
writing on 12.12.09 at 11:43:02 AM
Silence falls
like week old snow
over the words
we imagine the other
is saying.
assumption calls
like beats we know
under the notions
we hold the other
to thinking.
time strikes
like a solstice show
through the moments
we capture the other
in drinking.
In
writing on 12.08.09 at 09:13:46 PM
when i was a child:
there was a carousal
horse that spun
while we laughed with
whinnying wisdom
of an imagination
that takes the hand of
those drenched in
the blowing bubbles
and the crash bang
interpretation
of horses pulling
from the stage.
biting against their gold
and blue and red
and purple bridles
they twist and turn
and toss the machinery
we grow blind to
with age.
when i was a child:
there was a [...]
In
writing on 12.08.09 at 01:30:49 AM
I wish I had the answer
that comes so easily
to those that don’t love,
like advice written
in the margins of a book
pulled hand to hand
without the pages
being inspected.
I wish I knew where
my words fit into
the puzzle missing
all of those pieces,
dustily stacked under
the games that incited
thirteen year
old torment.
I wish I knew why
thoughts meander
and linger and echo,
repeating the same
chorus [...]
In
life,
writing on 12.06.09 at 05:40:44 PM
Last night I purchased and read a book. It was the first time in possibly ten years that I bought and read the book through in the same day. It may have been the length, or it may have been that it was the right book at the right moment, regardless of the [...]
In
life,
writing on 12.05.09 at 12:07:29 AM
I tend to not be one for missives. Well, not so much in writing, in speaking I am sure there are those that can attest to the fact that once you start me on a topic I feel strongly about, the elocution won’t stop. However, all in all, I tend not to be [...]
