Sunday, May 27, 2012


Through the nothingness of desire
you hear it
the words rising above the world
woven wildly in dreams beating
in precise rhythms 
pockets of wonder to reach out
and feed on
left unsaid spoken only
by the heart words unchained
wandering the sky


Saturday, May 26, 2012

all there is is all I'm looking for

you spread your words like fire
my soul basting slowly over their flames

as this beginning  persists and fades
and as a result, I’m left here at another end

something that I know can be defined
only by the ability to feel 


Friday, May 25, 2012

To my mind's back

slowly perfectly being in this expression
about me the receptacle 
of weight 
the you and  no one of everything
like ribbons tied onto an echo
and feeling again in a range from blue
to white the surface of this sky

Felt like oxygen

being  eating
a world worthy of laughter
and a cry
blissful as boredom
painted in soft light


Sunday, May 13, 2012

Between Mountains

across the cool ivory bed of salt
wearing the uniform of grammar
sunshine flows over depth and distance
love poems that once were still
in faint whispers 
brush into the evenings long reach
and fade into an ocean of space


Saturday, May 12, 2012

Slipping Still Silent

withering playfully into
flawlessly mechanical and efficient
like the ancient art of letters
rubbing our shadows off walls
mind gliding hill sweeping
heels slip sweating

the skin
this inherited reality
writes in its own language
writing in each other like the
flowers growing in your blood


Wednesday, May 9, 2012

Her smile

as stars walk behind clouds

Her soul speaks to me
in the silence of a distant moon.


Sunday, May 6, 2012

night's eyes

and we disappear, farther
into night's eyes
giving softly to
this moment
saturating into shadow


Thursday, May 3, 2012

My Soul holds me down here

Machine phrased paused by infinite
breath I stand here
and can't tell space from sound
as if water
with its gentle violence
lands in the way

just like here
my words for god
as if we never looked
each other in the eyes

all threaded together the same
without anything to long for


Wednesday, May 2, 2012

skeleton problem

in a tuft of fonts
staring out at my own eyes
year after year
without spring
to will
the dead alive

as midnight drives you
to the corner of each eye
the one I love to keep
the night
from falling