World Of Overcast

Untitled

2011-07-24T07:51:00.001+09:00

In endless protest to your absence.

You Called It Love, I Called It A Massacre

2010-07-16T06:45:00.003+09:00

True love made trash

All those pretty and useless words

Their future flows as a river of failure

Man made

They hope for the calm that only comes

After the violence

After the separation

On Sunday morning I heard your voice singing from prison

Bending blue shadows

But none of this matters now

Face down at the bottom of the sea

In endless protest to you absence

Shudder

2010-01-27T02:04:00.008+09:00

She thinks that she has felt this way before

When she finally grew into her own shadow

She cannot recall being happier than now

In the corner of her eye where time lives on her side

And for her

There has never been

Any difference between being pushed

And falling

I will take you down with me

And we will lie at the bottom of the sea

In love and paranoia

Dulcinea

2010-01-27T01:54:00.002+09:00

Delay......delay.....

Now, suffer.

Liberate

2010-01-06T21:31:00.004+09:00

In the fractal edges of her love

Where the sands at singing beach mutter under footfall

Just one set now

Ten twilights she sickly slept and through it all he tried to warn her

Though he would never dare to call her name again

This, I would call fair

In obsessive toil

Navigating the idea of some sun shining world

The cloud collapsing ocean still survives this starving conclusion

And her special sense of tragedy and dreams

That impression she left

lives on in chattering sands

Her endless and tiresome sense of "justice"

Closed the door in the face of another orphaned season

So many lives ago

So many long letters ago

Abandoned

Still, in another world, He promises to be on her side

This, I would call fair

This, I would call sanctuary

Begin again begin........

2010-01-05T15:03:00.000+09:00

something is coming.

Tiny Stars

2009-06-05T22:57:00.003+09:00

Brave but barely there

Young light filters gold through trees

Now that you have gone

It snows and she can't help but wrap herself around the hallucination

And the world seems so small again

Through smokey tears that reach the beautiful black sky

Hovering

A Single Cloud Covered Bird Alone and Out Of Focus

2009-05-20T02:29:00.003+09:00

So here we are

We sit like plaster saints

On a black bed frame in a quiet old house

We used to have a future

5" wide and 1" deep

In such a quiet old house

With the sky painted in that half finished way

A quiet canticle of dawn

That neither of us will see

Lambent

Others

2009-03-30T22:07:00.003+09:00

It matters where you are

In comfort and illusion

A tendency to slip away

Rain falls in a world where you still are ok

I tripped up six steps to stop the night from swallowing you whole

As petals graced three singing ships and blessed the cargo they stole

A pocket watch on a silver chain

A single bullet to kiss your name

In slavery she scrawled his visage

As cold clouds of perfume

Across the dead side of the moon

In cursive grip, unreadable script

You look like no one else

But still so much like her.

Where Within Us?

2009-01-28T08:34:00.002+09:00

Oblivion,

Or not at all

Nothing, Nowhere, Never

2008-12-14T19:18:00.005+09:00

Small translucent petals stuck to your skin

Dance away in the breeze

And seasoned the October winds

I heard your halo slowly form

As cold crashing ships

Above us drift

Catching their massive misty sails

On the child like limbs of slow burning stars

I thought of how impossibly warm your palm was

Though slipping away

So far away

Your voice is the only one I can still clearly hear

Whenever I open my mouth to scream

"How long can you wait?"

Rapture

stay awhile...

2008-12-03T14:39:00.003+09:00

It's hard to ever know

which worlds have ended with your words

and harder to know just when.

I thought I saw a small light there

glow for just a second

within the edges of the frame where we had been

I turned you over in my hands

and traced the image

of that long gone town

A photograph

A cardinal mask

that you wore as your phantom crown

And there where the clouds used to gather,

on the hill where we used to play,

A simple fact

has come to pass.

"When we look, we look away"

When Heaven Is Deserted (in answer)

2008-11-20T23:13:00.002+09:00

Chariot

Your teeth clenched tight

Jaw locked tight

As fear weaves a cold hand through your hair

(What should I tell her?)

When we know not what to call it

There is no control

But still I needed you to justify

This light that lies before us

Illuminates this crippled season

Forever is a place that has passed us by

It would have been the first time

I looked into your eyes

Lay your perfect body down.

When Heaven Is Deserted

2008-11-13T20:35:00.002+09:00

Chariot

don't make a sound

as tears dance through your fingers

(what should I tell him?)

we know not what to call it

when there is no feeling

but still, I needed you to know

there are still many seasons left

for us to conquer

and forever remains ours to forgive

it would have been the first time I held your hand

faithless

Shine

2008-11-06T21:18:00.002+09:00

On such a distant shore

Where constant braying sunlight

Still occasionally splashes uneven kisses

On the white stone surface

Of all the bones and empty homes on streets we used to dream down

In this lonely corner of the world.

Though time has been reluctantly accepted

As a constant division of our will

And you platinum pounding warriors heart

Strums sweet chords of twilight still

I believe you taste the same slow sounds

Of night's gentle arrival

And breathe her gifts of silence and unity

In the solitary place that you now occupy

There above in the cold winter sky

May you never fail to burn

Brighter

With every impossible wish I make

To see your face again

if there is no one left to replace us......

2008-10-17T20:32:00.004+09:00

your voice once had so many colours

petals kissed frozen streets

light from above

an orange halogen glow

reflecting the small steps in two sets

of footprints

walking towards the water

hoping to find your ghost tonight

and forgive the four seasons

for there is nothing to hold tonight

in these tiny clenched fists

and hardly any strength left to stand

it is not a bad thing to fall

without you

A Fragment

2008-10-16T23:35:00.003+09:00

I watched you blink in and out
winking like stars shining in daytime
the ghost of Autumn
and a shield of rain

You once were a part of my life...

Cunning

2008-09-30T12:27:00.003+09:00

I'll let you know how it looks

but I have been this way for too long

laid to rest and time for change

when Fall is a prison

and it's useless trying to charm one kiss

from the November snakes you wear

wrapped around your shoulders

the only way to surrender

your voice was a sapphire

on a leash of slow falling snow

you sang with such trauma

in your wild dark eyes

in shallow spaces where nothing is big

if only you were still here to be my breath

in cold platinum embrace

you chose to live

Terms of Surrender

2008-09-11T19:39:00.002+09:00

still

sun crouches

for what passes for time these days

for what passes away

for all the stars that stalk you

still waiting for you to pass by my window again

she whispers a name in her heart

still....

A Cardinal Mask

2008-08-26T12:03:00.003+09:00

I dreamt of your strangest gaze

As moonlight like music, so dim

trickled from your magnetic gleaming angel lips

passionless and failing in the certain colours

of the purest night

You have coiled yourself so gently around my heart

And I know we will meet again

As sure as I recognize the scent of your shadow

slowly creeping to my bed

Were I the one to design your heart XII

2008-07-20T02:16:00.003+09:00

I caught a glimpse too late

But made a vow,

As a way to see you again

Though eternity struggles to cope with now.

In transit moments of the shifting waves

I remember so clearly how your body moved

In the warm light of morning through frosted panes

There is love....

Where centuries of illusion called your name,

(Though now you are the trigger)

Though our beautiful paper angels,

(Created by the very fury of our love)

Have blinded the very voice of every black building that ever doubted us,

Overlooking the sea

Where the sun shines no more.....

There is love.

Through legions of faded hearts

As our scarlet guardians grow large in the sky

And razor Winter shatters for us in time

As our clear circle of terror turns in equal ways

Our future becomes the present,

And as we sleep we hope to dream...

Of a chance to begin again

Where are you?

There is love.....

December

Were I the one to design your heart XI

2008-07-20T02:03:00.005+09:00

As my assassin I salute you

And pay respect to storm clouds of vanishing dreams

Bright lights of salvation burn

Through the last few remaining leaves

On the tree of life again

I have clearly seen your eyes through my maelstrom

And in the briefest, cruelest glimpse of final sunlight

As our comets crash

We slip Away again

And drowning you can't tell me

And I can't tell you....

( _ ____ ___ )

November

Were I the one to design your heart X

2008-07-15T11:39:00.003+09:00

In reflection, 10 years ago....

When even the gulls were frozen

In muted skies of disbelief

When we were as simple as Autumn rain

The house we grew up in and the yard where we'd play

When Sundays traced by like slow motion

When razor Winter was so far across the ocean....

When I held you close in that room with frosted panes

When every song you shook from your hair sang my name

When your black army jacket danced in the breeze

On that October night you saved me from the sea

When war was just a spot on the news

And we walked through the snow with painted hearts on our boots

When we thought these days never end.

Could never end

How could I have agreed to go?

To pass into the open arms of sorrow while you suffered alone.

Still, torrents of paper angels fall from your hair

I hold you shining eyes with mine and swear.....

Nothing could have ever kept us apart

If only I were the one to design your heart.

October

Were I the one to design your heart IX

2008-07-09T20:38:00.005+09:00

Open your eyes

Tell me it's not too late

The darkest vehicle for the heart is the mind

And all you thought you'd left behind

Awaits patiently but not without mercy

To collect the debt we all must pay

And in submission and with regret

Her last kisses crash down, just for them

As every perfect grey day left

Overcast and open eyes

And a tiny shallow space

Where his broken body drifts among the splintered timber

There in the dreaming arms of the sea.

"I'm almost home"

September

Were I the one to design your heart VIII

2008-07-03T14:40:00.005+09:00

A ruined truth blows through frozen flames

staring into glassy eyes

and for just an instant she thought she once held a name

aside from this tempest

the companion of razor winter's barbed wire skies

in a sixty second sentiment

she has lost her heart

and can only continue to run

so cold blows the wind

from this storm she has become

August

Were I the one to design your heart VII

2008-06-28T22:19:00.005+09:00

Sailing on her frozen sea

On the cold moonless night of his enemy

Doomsday

He vows to remember how

To fall through wind

Through rain

Through noise

Through energy

And through the clouds

Where silence takes you

Where he understands she blooms again

As sure as he knows her scent on the wind

Beautiful and deadly

July

Were I the one to design your heart VI

2008-06-24T17:05:00.004+09:00

The whirlpools below have made her a slave

An all encompassing fury

(and who is this who has called her back?)

From up on high the image shifts

She sees that boat crash through thick mists

And thinks of nothing but destruction.

Her essence through the ether as a scream of pain

Driving down dark skies faster than the rain

Red ribbons spoil the air around her broken frame

She takes this moment to become the sea

To crush this hateful vessel that MUST be

That which has prevented her ascension

And what would one need to break every window on this world?

Grayscale rainbows darkly shine

And fall into her sad, expanding body

She has refused the 11th hour

My nemesis, my love....

June

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. V

2008-06-17T19:38:00.004+09:00

There through the screams on the cerulean winds

He thought he heard his siren's call

Another drunken mariner's tale to tell...

And on this lurching ship on sick serpent seas

dark shadows grow longer and pull him to his knees

A forced gaze skyward

Where beauty never failed to fade

And lifeblood spills like captured whispers

Snapping on the heels of a hurricane

Within the ghost land of her breaking heart

There's no place he would rather be

As beautiful paper angels rain into the sea

Surrounded and coveted

And walking through fire

May

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. IV

2008-06-16T21:03:00.003+09:00

Adrift

Cradled by the last vestigial feverish flames of your phoenix

Rising

On a damp evening the world has stopped its silhouettes

A half remembered moon confirms this miracle

One chance

One last chance

to fly back into your heart

I dedicate this journey to all we ever were

With this tired, tattered ship to you I will return

Escape the grip of razor winter

Through frozen stars and fog

And follow the faint but steady sound

Of my heart blind dialogue

To home

To peace

To you........

April

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. III

2008-06-15T09:56:00.002+09:00

She forces herself to pretend he does not exist

Though still sharing his breath through morning mists

And each time the blissful sun quietly counts its coins

She hears his eyes fixed lovingly on her dreams.....

When life is this obscene

When death is endless protest to your absence

When everything on the road changes true

When every fall colour becomes the void in you

I will finally remember your name.

March

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. II

2008-06-12T20:26:00.006+09:00

To bring him back from black buildings

she has stolen away

every last ounce of pain he once felt

and swore on 6 cold comets passing

to never give it back

flat on her back...

releasing herself from the last flicker of this kingdom of candlelight

from behind closed lids

from her own warriors heart

as her broken wings cascade around her shoulders and fall to the floor

as the pine forest sways along with the tide

as a distant flock of stars despair through the sky

she erases every last moment

that flashes before her eyes

and so it goes.......

for love and for trauma

February

Were I The One To Design Your Heart. I

2008-06-10T20:21:00.003+09:00

To see you just once more...

On those empty streets where your shadow still blooms bright

Despite the crashing cannons that tear through the night

He carves a dark anchor so that he may better face

The unrelenting questioning that is bound to come

In the arc light wine breath of the setting sun

On the south side prayers

Where black buildings hum,

Where silence takes you..........

Just do your best to not think of it now,

But lower your tired broken body down

I am turning away from the light

And we are on fire.

January

The start of something new....

2008-06-08T15:39:00.002+09:00

the next twelve or so posts will be thematically linked using the 12 months to relate a narrative dialogue.
The beginning will be from "January" and it will culminate in some sort of resolution in "December"
It is still a work in progress but I hope that it will be of passing interest to anyone who happens to read this page from time to time. Thank you so much to those who have continued to visit these pages and I hope to be more productive following this endeavor....
if anyone would like further clarification on the intended progression of the story that I will be trying to tell I will be more than happy to elaborate on the background of this piece. Do get in touch....
without any further ado...

here we go.......

The one

2008-05-26T22:51:00.003+09:00

Dark gold seeds in coal black pavement skies

burst through cold winter comets

when she learned to deceive

the avatars eye

three sad smiles falling forever bound

where your stained glass body

burst on the ground

I remember how you loved to watch blue heaven blooming

then dying at your door

the scenery would freeze...

petrified

On that November morning when you blew your mind.

I stole everything that we once had.

Where Silence Takes You II

2008-04-17T19:45:00.002+09:00

She saw her own discretion

in the way that she coyly clicked down rain slicked cobblestones

failing to follow the heavy crushing swell

of the advancing mobs

and in fact divorcing herself completely

from all the pride her parents once felt

what once seemed just a timid dream

had become the reason to swallow her screams

stowing away from so much make believe

and falling away from the long shadows

of gargantuan black buildings

she is preparing herself to be so bold

to find him once more

and never

let

go.

waiting for you

2008-04-04T21:07:00.004+09:00

several solar sigils blink out

passing into the low clouds below

this has happened several thousand times now

at the place where she raised her willowy arms above the horizon

leaving tender branches broken in the sudden wind

and you hum like a hurricane

such a sweet melody of regret

withering on the watchful burning breeze

sweet thing......

her collaboration with the sixth sense

a pact.

as midnight slowly stabs its way under the door

and drips between rows of overturned earth outside

on the cruel frozen farmland

we once called home.

you are a song.

Where Silence Takes You

2008-03-31T20:46:00.003+09:00

trickle down......

well water wasted on another crack in the ground

Just for a short while we stood

stared

and stuttering I told her that flowers

were never the best way

to say "I'm sorry"

or i would have thought of it days ago

and trembling I left to walk up that hill

one step and one word at a time

thin branches still reach for the moon

among drawn shade

and frozen roses

softly soaring between the golden rings around your eyes

and an endless avenue of leaning birch trees

I haven't slept in days

for fear that you may vanish again

in passing

2008-03-24T22:49:00.004+09:00

calm waters collect around low branches

a distant call on red wing point

a distant siren fading on highways

she's standing at the edge of a short pier

facing out into the distance

while black braids dance darkly

around her smouldering shoulders

one hand closed, clutching hope

one stretched open for the hand of his ghost

the sun sits frozen between the trees

blinks out and peeks over cold seas

a gift unopened placed at her bare feet

and the old boards creak where they used to meet

they give the world...

they wait for the word.....

the gift

2008-03-24T22:31:00.004+09:00

the same strange dance for six years straight

the conqueror of the moon's quiet pale face

with her sly September grins

she's carrying a bouquet of northern lights

clutched close to her cradle

red running wild

she sees his last smile

underneath the sheets

where bright nights dim

in time, in tune with the receeding winds

remembering green tides of times frozen

she's searching all day on December beach

for a calm spot to lay

her final gift to him...

Cherish

2008-03-24T22:26:00.002+09:00

If only there were a way

to call you back

I'd fly like a phoenix

into your arms.....

kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (a mourning crown of phantom silk)

2008-03-07T21:48:00.003+09:00

There she stands in the center of the room

dark green velvet smile and twilight hues

as though the silvers in the paper had come alive

she seems to be three people tonight

and this time seems different from all the rest

inches apart and in the dark

she guides his hands towards her heart

as lips tenderly brush just once

under falling fabric of winter dusk

which instantly fades with the coming morning light

to become just a hazy ghostly token

of times never spent

they knew no future together

but in moments of recollection..........

10 years ago when,

a braided length of hair was his most treasured possession

and how time seems to take great pains

to move so slowly at times like these

reflecting regrets in blinding bright diamond shine

they still sometimes wake

with tears in their eyes.

kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (pale amber breath)

2008-02-24T17:57:00.002+09:00

gulls fall

red running wild

and each time she blinks

in the grey quicksand skies

a chorus of stars learns to burn from her eyes

ascending trailing beacons

that bore through cold clouds

while her ghost passes darkly

through slow moving crowds

bronze fields of wheat

in a veil of spring rain

he wears her black army jacket

though she never came

the wet sands have stopped singing

fireflies haunt those long dead fields of clover

and all the telephone wires above

hum along loudly in blue with him

in endless protest to her absence

gulls fall.

kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (to see you smile)

2008-02-18T21:36:00.005+09:00

perched on the melancholy horizon of emptiness

where she was so sure dark skies did shine

and trailed between their gentle gaze a warm spring breeze

that guided his morning kisses

to grace her sleepy eyes

She heard the rattling tin winds barely there

pass over her frozen seas

caressing the ivory breath, the cold curtain

of deceased December dawn

every mask for every season

and all the sad signs she made with slow hands

in the hopes to somehow call him back again

recalling your youth

and the name you once went by

in the home where luck grew in the garden

once cold ocean away

sealed with a kiss.....

You Were a Part Of My Life.

kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (you can't tell me.....)

2008-02-14T21:47:00.002+09:00

patience in waiting

four formless shapes reaching for one another

in the early a.m. of 3:45

a massacre

the hill where you finally fell

splashed with stained glass rays

tall grows the heather where your beautiful body laid

the chattering, chirping sounds of children at play.....

faraway

forever....

and at any time

your passion for life does drift through the air

as a gently rocking boat

on soft grey overcast days

I'd stop time if it meant you could have read

the only letter I ever wrote you

I know you would have finally smiled

another year without you

kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (taking you down with me)

2008-02-14T21:34:00.002+09:00

there is a clock that has started

its slow sighs sign the canvas

hanging in her heart

winding wild ribbons

around the worlds they used to frolic in

before the distance gave them away

before the deep colours of sunset stopped rising

before the cracked mast of their final shipwrecked moments

there was a time you reminded me of summer

and the heavy air of the city we lived in

as black butterflies descended

in slow spirals from buildings

even blacker still

as heralds of the lunatic night myth

she saw his face again

in the still waters at her feet

perfect again

for just a moment

and then in resentment the soft snow falling

is lost in dark water cold waves crashing

where are you?

kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (shelter)

2008-02-07T20:51:00.000+09:00

Great deceit in the starlit corners of your grin

we are the holders of shallow sleep

rejoice

over the sunset lands and the quietly clicking shadows there

sigh

at the combined history of paradise and atrocity

accept

the love of your enemy and let go of your prey

weep

for the ghosts of all the shattered jewels you once knew...

she waits under a willow tree asleep

as warm winds hover around his branches

that gently grace her sleeping face

please don't let me forget you

kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (released)

2008-02-07T20:27:00.000+09:00

One bird flies forgiven from her heartbroken body

into the pearl white spotlit sky

where still time neutralizes apologies

and the dark purple dawn shines so bright

given time would that she one day might shine so bright

when every last easy colour is peeled away from night

he's taking away the sun and moon

so that he may better understand her face

unexpected but followed through

the call that never came

the fond beginning

where they were hardened by all the doors

that closed in their face

on a red raven Tuesday

she hums softly through her long dark hair

trying to put him back together through song

all the pieces of everyone you ever knew and loved

you will find again in pieces of other people

kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (precipice)

2008-02-04T21:55:00.000+09:00

There in the West waiting for one embrace

that no doctor or sunset could ever give

where copper trails of cloud do burn

above this slow spinning rock that awaits her return

it's been in the air since razor winter was born

her name as a cliff over a screaming cape of storms

and every piece of your life...

meant something wonderful to someone

this is what we were once made of

this is our six senses and seven wonders

another cursed number

is that all there is?

kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (wasted)

2008-02-01T22:03:00.000+09:00

too young to grieve

too old to start

A tunnel torn through your warriors heart

the way you crawled like a lion

while white stars burned fierce in your hair

a shining path

cracked under your dark velvet footfalls there

made his cold bones sing with bright blue light

made the misty blood of heaven whisper through last twilights

I broke my neck trying to catch a glimpse of your ghost

for love and for treason

for it's all in her mind

Kotoshi saigo no yuki no hi (Side by Side)

2008-01-29T17:13:00.000+09:00

downtown broken bough street

empty houses with sick lights surround you

left you two alone to

walk through Falls fallen colours

hypnotized by the steady failing eye

of the avatars gaze in the grey cobalt skies

living for that last scene

of all our wreckage and beautiful violence

framed in flames

you cry too much

should have left well enough alone

now measured steps march apart

in dark silhouette

with our broken black backs turned toward each other

forgive me

and our perfect days

prison

2008-01-10T14:16:00.000+09:00

heart to hand

and body to mind

where devils wave in the daytime

there behind the curtain of your sunsetting smile

where we get what we came for

and fall in love again

Coma

2007-12-20T21:30:00.000+09:00

You knew where you were at last

when you saw the place where the sky falls,

where the clouds crouch at the horizon

where an elusive crescent slowly sends

its long forgotten thoughts through the air

though no one can rebuild these writhing colours

with their new words for despair

the t.v.'s hands are tied

and there on the cold frozen grounds

below the towering black buildings

where razor winter bends the last starlight dusted smile

of the worlds that flicker under your eyelids

where love never dies

clouds and garlands

2007-12-11T21:35:00.001+09:00

When where you hope to be again

is an idle dormant time

where the streetlights shine their soft golden haze

reflecting off deserted snow in those cold ocean days

when such a faded, sleepy gaze

repels the resting clouds and their flickering twilight glow

when nonetheless time turns and leans

heavy haunted and slow

still notes as puffs of warm air while you sleep on your side

still fears and calm your eyes too wide

as the world blows by

they remain as wills on winds

like a deep sea anchor

staring at these white out conditions

temporarily together again....

the source

2007-12-05T23:49:00.000+09:00

she sent so many letters

but watched helpless from the balcony

as dancing sheets of rain washed the ink from the pages

she still blooms brightly in this diving silence

still trying to twist some sense of this view

from the archway

dynamic in slow moving metered steps

as her hair falls forward over the cascading rails

sending a new torrent of lovely lunatic paper angels

to the empty corners of rain slicked streets below

she watches captivated as her angels simmer sink and descend

but remains resentful of the way they fall so slowly

while she remains a guest of black buildings

looking for a moment to jump...

a galaxy in their hands

2007-12-05T23:29:00.000+09:00

A casual glance from her Andromeda eyes

caters to the carpet of frozen rain

falling from the sharply painted skies and casting branches

petrified

two arrows is all I need to ask of you

through the heart of this slow moving season

there are no more feelings

as razor winter limps through this weary country

enamored at the violent poverty she sows

delighted at the crushing chords of decay in each cacophonous step

such a sick winter beast

a decoy redefined

behind her trailing through darkening days

dragging her snapped tethers and summers rusted chains

twisting through the barren fields

free from the Autumn warden

into the whispering realm of low shadows

she has etched the cruel beauty

of a frozen grayscale rainbow

into the stratosphere to remind us

of her temporary reign

all hail winter

drift

2007-12-05T23:15:00.000+09:00

drifting in the remorseful seas darkest cape of deepest starlight

the lively patterns of softly glowing fireflies

skimming the face of shame

blinking in 3's between the twinkling rhythm

of cold burning constellations

she learned their names so long ago

floating flat on her back

where there above silver streaks when winter meteors pass

six fires sing on the shifting shores

as she hovers, as she shudders

the stars shift to form a picture

eyes fixed and pressing the image to shaking memory

counting the plans and hourglass sands

announcing to lands we lived in

how forever feels so fleeting.....

windmill

2007-12-05T23:08:00.000+09:00

listening to the chattering winds countries away

it's the closest we could ever get

to finding each others signs again

on a raised hillside smiling

snaking between the crescent moon

rhythmically waves the slow hope of a windmill

drifting between the blinking light and darkness

watching the shade invading your delicious grin

with one hand you cover your eyes

and mimic the broken backed gait of grief

felt by the final return

of your body's betrayal

as you lay your heavy head under those spinning arms

that slowly so slowly

and forever

wave goodbye

shimmering fields

2007-12-05T22:41:00.000+09:00

I figured that no one would notice

when this curtain drew back

revealing your stone mask cracked

when listening means always being wrong

when the music of the seasons crackles and curls

when sleep is a dreamless dark tunnel

without a pilot to land us gently into waking daybreak

last winter you signed all your work with a match

with a slick clairvoyant flick of your ringless finger

you wrote a shocking hangmans testament to our time

always playing your assassins chord

always healing forevers fear with your rough pale hands

in the twilight pigments of an afternoon

heavily pregnant with humidity

a swirling cinema of dust shot to the leftmost corner of the sky

and took away the avatars eye

while down below they drift through their days apart

unintentionally mimicking

the slow almost invisible movements of sea life

folded hands in your smiling lap

ringless fingers

devious

speaking 1 winged pigeon English to tall trees

ultimately that ring found its way down a drain

the resulting storm left us roofless for days

and gathering up petals

at the matte onyx base

of black bulidings

Colour wheel

2007-11-28T22:27:00.000+09:00

the intuition of oblivion

a red dawns rage shines through the delicate ash

carried on a carrion wind

through the corporeal body of the world

your nine frozen points of origin shuddering

stay cold even in this heat

filtered colours through the smoky clouds

create swirling twilight masks on all the pale faces

faces ever gazing upwards

Awoke a dreamer

2007-11-28T21:43:00.000+09:00

No wind howling at the window now

A memory of slow crashing thunder now sleeps

in the pale light of this lullaby morning

bold perhaps but insignificant after all

all those dormant tears in your storm clouded eyes

all the secret chords in your voice

all the wind kissed drifts of driven snow

and every song you ever shook from your hair

playing so softly

like footsteps

in the cold golden glow of dawn

fabricated pushed aside

2007-11-23T08:20:00.000+09:00

fabricated assumed and left to wonder

left unreasonable, solid at least

unreasonable

indoor said outdoor said searching for foot prints

that led to your door

led to your own remarkable heart

cut glass

unfinished

filled about to burst overflowing and left to drown

in a split second decision stripped and exposed

washed out and washed away rusted chains

stain the days where time sheared away

these shared common moments

remembering a black and white sunrise

sunset

caught in a net influenced and distraught

taken away far from home

tremendous

and walk on by shielded face from his eyes

walk on by walk on by

shield your heart from those eyes

A singularly hideous stiff upraised arm

burning

charcoal smelling of sulfur

destroyed another piece chipped away

slipped away

some more fear some more love some more change

simply saw the last paper angel fall to the floor

low hanging branches heavy with snow

2007-11-23T08:07:00.000+09:00

wrist shakes. points from the window

willow wisp cracked the frost

woke the forest as their dead arms

stretched frozen still for wanting apple blossoms

while exploring took care not to tread

harshly on the wind

they were it's guests after all

it's quest

one for all

it's gust that touches their blindside fall

spell cast within the cold it brings together now warm

between us became simply enough

your breath is beautiful

and neither eyes are open

but I had to take in that face

while the moon was peeking at us

buried there in perfection

becoming a root in the ground

twisting playfully is shy shadows

surrender

2007-11-11T21:13:00.001+09:00

Holding on tight like Christmas

to the white rusted rails

standing on the spot where you heard her kiss the ground

at the top of the steps

stood waiting to sirens smashing silence

as a prisoner of pines made ever ill

by their duality

surrendered there but no one noticed

6 waiting days call cresting winds

to the crashing thunder of hooves

the sound of your jewelry clinking in the wind

then muted against your soft dark hair

looking down the passionate knife point just outside your arms

the crumbling ghosts of your kisses trailing vespers

slow moving at the speed of a lifetime

living hidden in leaves changing

falling colours

10 years later

finally set each other free

Spiralling

2007-11-11T20:52:00.000+09:00

the frozen green canopy slowly descending

we said we'd stay awake all night

10 minuets with you breaking down

blending colors through translucent petals still clinging to spring

in the empty realm

dark branches venting erratic fireflies from within the forest

there stands two black silhouettes suddenly falling

with the judgemental rain

tumbling through stark streets with frosted vision

catching signs of a royal wave goodbye....

bearing down brightly as angels exit this place

recalling rich purple comet trails blossoming

your wishes as a whisper

to the drifting starlight tides

peace

2007-11-11T20:42:00.000+09:00

a single branch dusted pink and wrapping around curled in a circle

ticks counter clockwise around her moon

as petals fall and scatter

she's coming

as cats call through the fleshy oak evening

as this longing has displaced itself in your absence

as we sit cross legged in fields of misery

thinking

through the thin stages of our bondage

your image treads the unsubstantial space for a moment

then drowns

watching as you grow smaller in the cool April haze

ascending

to join those howling stars

in the thorny

still

shrieking sky

I had to let you know...

2007-11-11T20:35:00.000+09:00

peeking through small gaps in faded white fences

cloaked in frustration under the prevailing dusk

as it collects the last blueish breaths of the failing sky

high pitched melodic howling sounds

singular static bursts of electricity

driving those last faint clouds above to ruin

we threw out an old afghan to lay on the grass

as we sat and had our promised picnic after sundown

stopping time to stare for just a little while

at all of us

the rolling echo of cannon fire

2007-11-08T22:23:00.000+09:00

when it came time to take your place

concrete cracking hissing heat

awakened the terrible peril of your guardian angels face

causing our half swallowed silhouettes to twinkle in the sun

and all the free hearts around and near us

to breach the silent territories between us

reborn on the snowy streets that forgot us

your half opened eyes spilling sorrow

sent dry flowers to the ground

forming drifts

in endless devotion to all your Autumns

the searching eyes of the season isolates us from this

and sends us through the window as still life

Hymns of the heart blind dialouge

2007-11-08T22:07:00.000+09:00

starlight dances off glass reflections

the timepiece casually ticking

softly

casting long shadows on the beautiful planes of your face

once I heard your singing voice

like sharp swords shaking off the tender judgement

of devotion

listening as your ghost falls away from your clasped hands

as a cast silver cloud over twilight sands

the peaceful silence of slumber slow and steady

while dawn lovingly drapes

with cold pale grace

its comforting perspectives around your bare ankles

and puts the darkest corners to rest

just for a moment

just for forever.......

The View

2007-11-08T21:54:00.000+09:00

at a slow rolling pace

moves the corpulent moon

through the cunning clouds of the night myth

crushing the curse of razor winter

scattering all attachment and devotion to this agile season

she stands adjacent to a still willow tree

listening to the west winds sifting through her hair

a forgotten concept of unfulfilled faith

essential as a catalyst for the inspiration that she will need

to endure a stint on the clicking overgrown rooftop gardens

of black buildings

when any sane person in her place

without her warriors heart

would fall forward and drown in the still grim waters of fear

the tall trees tower around us

but for her we'll wake to sirens.

tracing paper

2007-11-08T21:46:00.000+09:00

Her intercontinental kisses entangled in dark stars

hiding and hanging there on high

where gravity and lunar notions graze on verdant silk pastures

of slow dancing pale passing grey nimbus

she reclines there arched on the sleek backbone of night

reflected in his rusting hazel gaze

feeling the specter breeze passing through her hair

held back with a dark diamond clip

until the pale warm lace of dawn does break

and this...

this is the moment when her lost and blooming eyes

her slight sighs of morning air

serve to dominate him so completely

and keep the shadows at bay

Lonely Birds

2007-11-06T16:45:00.000+09:00

We spent an entire spring to hear this song

we whistled wondering what was happening back East

disguised dressed in black from head to toe

sending clandestine messages home

Summers thinning mask crashing into hoping for happiness

with your hands tied to tall trees that towered around

Falls feathers painting each day deep shades

of you

on the rolling five season mountains

flat against the cobalt sky

where there the broken seas did once shine

when then in lonely droves with winds crossed

so beautiful

chasing dormant days

chasing the love you never gave

over the inland sea

through the memory of sleep on a dark and comforting

maternal shore

between the delicious smiles of the thin air

There was a time...

so lovely.

we were one

2007-11-06T16:33:00.000+09:00

Standing there soaked on the rain fields

in the absolute vacuum of your absence

in endless maze

weightless, past days...

the fiery swirling twilight on water still as glass

it looked cool to the touch even at that hour as we entered

A dedication that ran gold reflections

to coal black inversions

emerged half remembering the consequence of your devotions

twirling in a soft shower of ash

but failing to find the bitter and subtle beauty of a world blown away

to feel the pale pulse of your haunt

to hear about her standing there

gone

standing there on our flooded roads

soaked to your beautiful bones on the rain fields

still, as somehow everything flows

in the absolute vacuum of your absence

Gone

2007-10-17T09:48:00.000+09:00

sharp black angular edges and slopes of rooftops

affectionately framing the dark blue smokey skies

shimmering in the elegant ghost silver,

pale sliver lunar calm

they're slow dancing under an open umbrella

of gently pulsing stars

where waves and spirit crash brightly

where they were once cradled by the night myth

where the east wind sings

rustling fall colors on bended boughs

it was then that it finally became time

to find each others hands

in the times they never knew

when she finally began to accept her beautiful reflection

and turn silver to gold

when they at long last became that promised constellation

tenderly cradled by the night myth

The shallows

2007-10-15T21:05:00.000+09:00

You needed something to cover your eyes

while trying to hold back your own hand from turning pages

changing times

blankets of sound

sunsets

hard pressed to gain entry

to these ancient caves of memory

I brought all the books I thought I'd ever need

when all that really mattered was the paper

to make up

for what she needed so much to hear

snake charmer

In the church near Cabot St.

The pine sway chorus now frosted

pale light shining through the small basement window

where once she so loved to be there with hymn

now he's all moved out

the pictures so faded they look like your paintings

in kinship and in flames

misread the serpent

still loved you so dearly

coughing up dark water

on a train traveling the opposite way

as the last silver discs of pink twilight

sank under smokey overcast clouds

black mountain crowned

I looked desperately for you when the doors finally opened

as if such a memory could simply be made

by passing through the eyes

while cold wind whispers through the starlight shade

as your stone hands wave goodbye

as a world is blown away

October

2007-10-11T22:00:00.000+09:00

she hoped one day

to catch those ribbons of melody in the sky

and those lights....

that purple muttering sound

his words that thaw night like spring to ice

sounds like bright bands clasping tight

sounds like she might sleep tonight

and how can it be so cold in September?

Is it too much to ask him by moonlight?

By the faintest scent of holy basil

rose winds in the morning

tailwinds in the evening

traveling towards their annihilation

carefully selected, plucked then pushed away...

just remember the time

he tore through the rain fields to find you

to bring you back East

though it cracked those frozen blue jewels

on your cardinal mask

and as the city rises

they're singing their hurt over the sweet unknown

I still hear so much about them

dressed in black

in endless protest to each others absence

in desperate need of someone to put an end to this

in happily ever laughter.

Ardor

2007-10-08T22:28:00.000+09:00

Her fragrance forming mind fires and there on his right...

she's tenderly layering delicately blazing ropes

across the deep canvas of night

recalling the space of her rich brown gaze

and the lingering bass of her footfall

on old wooden floors when he awoke with fever

she ran for a damp cloth

shadows defining what would feel like heaven

all three red

twice with food and once before bed

a bright orange sun vanishes under the window

as her dress, drapes then slips to the floor

and her cold body coincides with his heat

He woke to snow with no one home

subtle icicles reflecting her bright smile

and to the great surprise of the dawn

and with all her love....

she revealed herself as the vast white plains of razor winter

Your Core

2007-10-07T12:29:00.000+09:00

toneless winds carry chimes that sigh

through the sliding grip of their clasped hands

that start the slow sinking engines of the great machine

solitude and quiet dreams

waking up in tall grass

still sticking together through all the endless decay

and since this season never ends I'll drink it away

inhaling long mists that wrap around graves

all laced up and ready to go

in a car with nothing but static whispers on the radio

the windows don't work

they've all been replaced by twilight films

the steering wheel is locked and we're speeding downhill

it won't be too bad

as long as you're there

as long as you...

in the distance

2007-10-03T22:53:00.000+09:00

stolen glances and alterations

to the soft shimmering haze of your silhouette

filling the sky with fragile words of hope

and today I believe after seven long years

perched on a broken bridge waiting out winter

as your Spanish galleon ran ashore to a field of cold roses

blooming in blue sepia tones

the sea breeze scatters the petals around your black army jacket

there's a frozen white horse in a musical glass globe

and inside it snows

while we're crawling through the hollows

sifting through the laughter of blown minds

patiently perched on your right shoulder wading through winter

as your love explodes like a frost grenade

in a slow serenade

the face of a season you can not remember

looking once more

at last tears in the mirror

isolate

2007-09-29T23:06:00.000+09:00

while everyone was still asleep

and a shy sun tried hard to rise

you took to the streets, still dark canyon blue

and crept down the flat rocks to the shore

while everyone was still as young as tiger eyes

you wept as starlight stained the snow

and fell asleep in the wild drifts

between two hills with your eyes closed

I heard them call it obsession

I closed the door, tasted the melting snow

and the faint sting of spring

in your impossible kiss....

style

2007-09-28T23:10:00.000+09:00

the morning sun and the prince of evil

both in such a hurry to drown

a great green noise floods the air around us

and we're saving all our shrapnel

in the hopes to one day buy back our elevated garden

45 degrees

our estranged overgrown lazy platinum properties

our 4 magazine seasons tediously tended to

and your great hope that, that which truly matters

shall always be able to grow again

faith's in fashion.

desire

2007-09-27T22:52:00.000+09:00

the dim crescent lunar

now cracking through slowly passing clouds

holding illimitable dominance over the shadow crowds

although each one seems to be aware of the consequences

I made 10 faceless enemies by sticking around for the show

all this is just a blur now

all this failing frequency finally letting go

it's the fear of you walking away

I remember the way you sang with the lights off

coiled around the trade winds blowing dust

from the old country lest you forget....

lest you somehow washed that taste of spent flares out of your hair

lest your faraway conscience and its legends return

it's the fear of you walking away

the crisp braids of Autumn loosen their architecture

and pardon the misery and hope you rented

equally...

melody and agony

2007-09-27T00:16:00.000+09:00

with softly concerned faint guardian glances

illuminating sorrow

below the skies single eye rises

so slow to embrace the costly tides

faintly sparkling ascending assassin shining pale light

and approval

on this clandestine operation commencing below her own balcony

black buildings with all their faces looking like mine

onyx monoliths alive with patterns of spotted light

what lives inside lies and lasts forever

ever producing pain of loss

but tonight, oh tonight.....

a blind fever tracks the steady hands

of a pocket watch

no talking

tick tock ticking

base charges placed on flawed foundations

now counting backwards to free you from this

waiting for a twilight trigger

to welcome the explosion

the enveloping white light of loves release

smashing black buildings to ashes

to dance...

2007-09-25T22:37:00.000+09:00

Green dreams frolic in scarlet skies

while there on singing sands does she lengthwise lie

recalling, falling paper angels what once was born

now sinking like ships on this cape of storms

soft glows her reflection in the still waters calm

as black buildings rise and keep her from harm

the night myth fills spaces where love once grew

crippled and blind still thought of you

and though each day drives us further apart

loves twilight violence preaches from her warriors heart

in the frozen world where winter tides swell

basking in cold dawn where all will be well

wild flowers and birds return to your ghost

as the four seasons colors collect on the coast

made three silent wishes for all that we knew

found the softest black star sky high and blew

it was then when those lost hopes at last did appear

and started healing hearts to shine through all your dark years

where green dreams frolic in the settling skies

slow dancing on singing sands with true tears in their eyes

spirit rising

A memory of red cliffs

2007-09-16T22:02:00.001+09:00

solitary white gull clearing the clouds

forest opens and creeps its first few steps on the warm red rocks

with her a few steps behind

there's a storm fence with large holes

A place protected

I thought I wanted to build a home for you there

peering over the edge

watching tidal curiosity come and go

while the surf spirals as emerald current gathers..

in this rock garden sown by the seas

you found a single starfish

holding on tight to a barnacled rock

as I held in to you the night before

tidal times and moments shimmer

on the scratched glass like brittle surface of the water

stretching waves yawn

as they crash their bouquets of foam against these waiting red rocks

10 years ago

she's shimmering in the breeze

another country away

down where we belong

canticle

2007-09-12T11:32:00.000+09:00

brittle shaking generations of cities glittering

pavements host to city ghosts

now fully formed from small turquoise flowers

by believing he's inheriting all her hauntings

all her callings

though she's sold her heart sky high

laughing as the fluorescent lights flicker

providing a score

to the great glacier chasing

I fell hard to the ground and stayed

daring lighting to strike twice

wondering if the song would sound the same

had you remained

the smallest world

2007-09-10T23:44:00.000+09:00

when it finally came to see you again

every last hope you ever had carried me to the sands

half asleep with sea birds calling

carried over the sea

on a rising tide of miserable unreal flowers

he's walking away through their grey morning

while she sits home up in bed building bleak possibilities

what's she trying to say?

what led her to these reflections?

speeding through tomorrows like a serpent through the acid rain

brave breaking lonely leaps

infused with the rose pink breath of pale dawn

shining signs through the sleeping pines dozing in a clearing

sunlight locks its jaws on the flattened tops of daises

all around

she's raining paper angels through the threats of razor winter

he's following her lead wondering what tears at this point,

can possibly wash away

he collects her waking puffs of morning breath

in lovingly cupped hands

inbetween slipping fingers

in things dreamed, said and had

in so far as you be gone....

and for what it's worth,

It was then that I watched the sky burst

and cascade a tempest of beautiful shimmering paper angels

around the capes where we shared a setting sun

aspect

2007-09-06T23:27:00.000+09:00

falling into patterns of resentment

now cornered with fair warning by his animal chorus

shouting

and on that night

swearing by cold comets passing by

he witnessed her as she swore to never be like them

blue white sands and it's night now on singing beach

moonlight performing on the water

as crescent lit ripples lap around bare ankles

A warm wind blows from those frozen black rocks

far away in the unfair distance

6 senses all glowing

through this wreath of gloom

and through all this do they patiently wait

for the sound of wings

her seven wonders all crumble in slow motion

suffering their stranded foolish tears

granting forgiveness

for breaking each others hearts

quietly calling night waves

daring them to dash...

where in the world...

dearest.

move to music

2007-09-06T00:04:00.000+09:00

willingly in chains

with the mask of time passing subtle victories

all clear

all inspiration

red rusting runaway moments

tend to your escape plans so beautifully

it is a privilege

to accompany your ghost

down your down your downward spiral

closing in to fix the shattered glass face

of that pocket watch

another 60 second sentiment

of a home high in the mountains

........dancing........

but now,

a spotlight of blue flames pacing slowly

there around your absorbing skin

there on the wing swept sands

shaking paper angels from the phantom wisps

the trailing auburn streaks in your hair

high tide

highlight

there burning high in this bonfire night

all those pictures of sinking ships

drawn by your slight steps on those cold white sands

will eventually be collected by the curious waves

waltzing and whirling ankle deep now

dismissing the cold

as the fire flickers reflected there in your dress

in concert with the starlight and bare white

shoulders

dancing on December beach

sphere of ambition

2007-09-03T20:53:00.000+09:00

sunlight strikes

drills hills, holes through the listless clouds

like a falling steel beam underwater

colored footfalls down strobe lit streets and hallways

inside storm windows rattle

with the nervous metallic sky

ready to break in compliance with the falling heavens

a hurried reflection flattens

and dances against the iron grain of the day

nimble around all the attention we never paid

even so, hope grows like ivy

slowly wrapping around

black bolted gates

paint flaking white and red rusted bridges

in the open evening like an industrial jawbone

your arms open as in crane flight

sleeping secrets away in flat plains

undercover 'till that wretched sun goes away

to escape these black buildings

shattering a monolith

with a bulls eye drip drip dripping

there on your proud breast

keepsake

2007-09-02T21:58:00.000+09:00

she's raining away in empty rooms now

broken like bottles buried in the bottom of a dresser

safe from harm

safe from his eyes

an open window lures a dense humid cough of air

from another slice of sick summer afternoon

raised the red flags

for a coordinated attack on all those old love letters

something only an only child could understand

she should have thrown them away

when she heard that he had burned her verse

but they had a weird way of hanging on

like aurora borealis

clinging to the sky

paper angels fall around as a soundtrack to her sighs

to the faraway sounds of slow trains

ruined lives as the situation might imply

buried for so long

in the bottom of a dresser

Old Wastes of Time IV

2007-08-30T21:45:00.000+09:00

we began to believe

understand and separate these stranger days

these old wastes, wet stains of time

we rethought the patterns

rethought the words but remained the same

to tired to change

three eyeless gaze at the surrounding clouds

surrender to the love of crowds

our submission began the swift descent

How rightly concerned we were for future days

and never made it beyond the killing fields

all the professional words of the dying

we concerned ourselves with fractions of desire

a split second reenacted to stretch beyond life for the briefest of moments

victorious

and though we never heard the sound

or understood its true intention

the cracking shot rang loud and tumbling

as sanguine spilling spray hissed on cold November stone

steaming between the ghostly cracks

we gave the world

to hear the word

a limited engagement

to find life again

a hard thing to argue

a harder thing to hold....

Old Wastes of Time III

2007-08-29T10:34:00.000+09:00

filled with reflections you will not be alone

watched there from up on high

the three eyes see as five

slide on by....

far above owned far beyond

unmagnificent

a realm of shattered sound fixed the coming night

to stalemate

the pains of departure

your crescent moon lights a crooked path

betrayed the easy way out

a crisp breeze blows through the dead dragging leaves

from those spying eyes

letting you go

freedom began as a single solitary wish

ended with a smirk

the starlight flickers

fixed to destroy

Old Wastes of Time II

2007-08-27T21:58:00.000+09:00

Folklore, a woven tale

spun in reverse

to see an end written, stitched into a picture

simply put, we all live with what we did or didn't do

now this place, blindfolded and spinning you 'round

then splitting

two worlds as a whirling top

one far away filled with good

one far away filled with evil

wonder where you sleep these days?

all these slippery silvery memories...

frozen guilt evaporating while time faithfully dies

refusing to sink

you still pretend to swim with pockets full of change

waging a war screaming

not drowning

escaped the buildings

destroyed the 7th secret

6 more for the number

left for those who are lost.

XIII

Old Wastes of Time I

2007-08-26T18:47:00.000+09:00

A capable international first union

you felt it in your heart of hearts

despite all the car crash around you

all the unyielding tempered steel setback

despite the unending torrents of falling paper angels

shotgun sudden

looking removed and sucked dry

forcing this disintegration

employ your strategy of resignation

the sky glances over and bleeds dark night

A published confession

No more Lies

3 inches long 1 inch deep

2007-08-24T22:47:00.000+09:00

tarnished scraping making irony

pleasantry whispering to moon moths

bleeding

true waves armies line up to play

all against a corner, all that's left

darkness to hold stitching patchwork shadows

too much audience knocked back tracking moon beams

on the forest floor

the audience nervous wracking peeling eyes

single digit forced through the inside

nothing is preventing the faces marching in minds

tarnished scraping needle irony

piercing

dotting the cloudburst horizon

dripping sunlight sucking

these deteriorating films off the hushed grey town

that wanders within

and around the iris of your ash rimmed eyes

storm clouded eyes

2007-08-24T08:53:00.000+09:00

six hands shake the room with dark drapes

where cat eyes glare green through the split shades

where the ice melts so slowly

when the moon submits it's reflection

in the gleaming dark iron phantoms

of a frozen firescape in December

where every breath of starlight

tucks us in

under a comforting canopy of midnight blue

where no north winds nuzzle up to you

there on the porch as you look out

with eyes ever searching

in the room where you made all these perfect

paper angels

Astronomy

2007-08-23T00:03:00.000+09:00

knee high is the swift green grass

the catering wind elusive in granting them

the time needed to taste it's sweet trails

as their efforts are hampered to piece together

those candy coloured moments from 10 years ago

her sisters smile to her looks exactly the same

and a dew splashed image appears

a single crippled lily sinking in a pond

shattered fragments of our entire magnificent

lust

for

life

such passion for creating

a new north star now resides somewhere

in this hunched over haunted shell of a human

sitting on her heels with toes pointed inward

yet still gleaming with hope

one glowing coal

one more decade

all our miracles stay

on the planet that you made

There outside the trainscape

2007-08-21T11:35:00.000+09:00

hanging high in the air standing silent

amidst all the variety of colored cloud cover

none come close to smothering the rising moon

holding its permanent victory in a cocoon of night winds

while we look away in different directions

on different shores

still we both stand sympathetically apart

on this rotating rock

while there where the driver sits

the dark glass projects reflections straight onto the tracks

while the firefly collective outside spreads trails

that wound the proud dark night

and heals the suicide skies

phoenix twins

2007-08-18T22:32:00.000+09:00

wandering eyes alone in all this empty air

green dreams curled up fetal and fluorescent

lazy horrors hover on the warmish breath of the night winds current

no point of orientation in this place

even though it took them days to reach

he hesitates to listen

to stretch out his ears

to listen for a voice

the crushed iron throat of a dead giant

still heaving

the sickening sound of all these hanging things

making dull contact with each other

hollow thuds

in absolute defiance

in slow anger

with bits still clinging there against the pole

moon like an impossibly healing scar in motion

there she rises wetly

slowly growing older

in the deepening tenor of night

the blackness thins then mists away

and whirls the dawn drowning hues

around her form

her canopy

her labyrinth

her sixty second sentiment

summer dress

reborn and beautiful

The Elk

2007-08-17T20:54:00.000+09:00

And once it never mattered

And twice did I ever care

Three times were all it took

Four for lost wishes

Five twilight's I've lived through

Six senses, that's one too many...

Seven tried to hard

Eight, lost it all

when once upon a time they were happy