Friday, December 30, 2011

The past I never had

My eyes drain into the mirror
Tears bled through a
fractured past
of now soundless songs

Veins inside of my heart
squirting ink
like starshine out in the
sky through space


Thursday, December 29, 2011

not what I think

in the first line
I'm haunted by the
visual affliction of poetry
the word and

the soothing
evolution of the death of rhyme
and the sound of syllables


Wednesday, December 28, 2011

The year's last words

the crown of earth 

in the hope filled light
all the songs
birds have ever sung
All in us


                                                            "Dancing Lizards"


Saturday, December 17, 2011

Easily and slowly

The wind is placed as a new
resident and the cold gold leaves
rest on each other
December through glass

As the doors open
angel's hands  are buried
in deep sweets and dark secrets
I could hide here and wait forever


Leaning out the window to now

In you appears a window
so now I open it
rainbows live a brief
but colorful life
then become air


Monday, December 12, 2011

The line breaks

But after all the meaning and names 
somethings still remain unknown
and hit hard as the end of space
and my heart unfolds as the letters softly cry

the wake, thirst and sleep
of crude shadows
swaying against the moon's round voice

flashed by lightning
like an axe through the sky
a privilege, a known

a brief damp rain that
struck leaves unready to fall


Friday, December 9, 2011

As we stare

the silence swirls
like pigeons half flocked
together in the narrows
of our mouths

and the darkness of our breath
washes over what is
over what we don't see

as the past gathers
and breathing like water
we chew the stones into clouds


Sunday, December 4, 2011

December Takeover

The birds returned with evening
letters telling stories of the trees
seed wings falling under
a deepening blue hush

Meadow brushed mirrors of
eternity sewn into a fine fabric
Of quick summer urges oxidized into
cool faced hills with their shadows
clinging to possibility