Twenty Seconds Plus or Minus Two (Poetry or Maybe Not)

Pints

2011-08-22T01:41:00.002-06:00

There's a silent flowing stream
An inverted, internalized scream
Glass shards are hypnotic reminders
of the blood that flows inside my veins
And I overwhelmingly, achingly want you
Yet this sober restraint calls me to clarity
What can be will never be,
Fruition lies,
unrealized.

Oh, to be dissatisfied, disillusioned and impoverished
The wounded, lonely heart
beats just as well as the nourished one
Just as regularly
And yet,
I cannot fathom this canyon that lies between us
As anything less than impregnable.
The clouds refuse to part,
the dew begets the drop,
Micro-chasm of life

And all the while, I pine for you,
The half that is quartered,
the life that is shortened
the music that is silent
unguarded smiles,
soften memories of your undying skin
and an unwavering sigh of frustration

All these lead me closer,
and the closer, further away,
From and to
YOU.

Remembering

2011-07-28T14:56:00.004-06:00

The death of the explorer was kept from his mountains,
No field, no stream, no rock responded
No outcry of anger, no avalanche of tears, no tear-stained mourning
The molten lava sunset slowly curled its way between the blackened trees of the sky
A new leaf softy grew

Some strange wind inside me blew,
Desperately trying
to force a tear from my eye

Oh, earthy things are not moved by absence,
but rather touched by light,
a life of admiration, respect, devotion.
The gentleness of fascination, precision, description.
Rocks lightly covered in dew

The hollow earth inside me fractured,
Desperately trying,
to force my soul to cry

The hollow of a tree
The laughing mid-day sun
The roughness of granite
The shear beauty of remembrance.

For You My Friend.

2011-06-30T16:45:00.002-06:00

In the beginning, you began to begin creating me...

Drawing lines across my face
a smile appeared
Lazily caressing my back
and I inhaled
Lips grazed my own
and I felt human,
the warm comfort of being
wrapped in cellophane
the shell of an emotion

Stay away and I dissolve
Come closer and I disintegrate
Only severance will sustain me

(be)for(shawdow)

2011-06-30T16:23:00.003-06:00

How does the moon forgive us?
By quieting the starkness of the light
and paling us, in comparison to,
the unparalleled unfathomable inexplicable.
Oh, the sheer hubris of even trying to compare
Opens the abyss of our inadequacies.

(and the kitchen door swings in the breeze)
(and the petal gently floats to the ground)
(and the breathe is thoughtlessly given)
(and the eye is lovingly lowered)
(and the seed is silently growing)
(and the stream is ever flowing)
(and the heart beats only once)
(and the smile is hard earned)
(and the raindrop is created)

How does the moon forgive us?
By casting a silver glow in the night
and paling us, in comparison to,
the unpredictable immeasurable immaterial.
Oh, the sheer hubris of even trying to compare
Creates the underpinnings of yearning.

Openocean

2011-06-24T08:20:00.004-06:00

This reckless ship
Runs against the tide
Desperately attempting to reconcile the notion of
Home
And I'm trapped in your soft smile,
gentle touch,
The whirlwind of remembrance.
Stranded, abandoned, mid-ocean,
How do I find a compass that leads anywhere but you?
The constant torment of the wind, sleepless nights,
Just to catch a glimpse of nostalgia.
Floating on the open sea, directionless because the only direction
is away.

And worst of all, you remain on shore, unaware and indifferent.

Past, present, the blur of time as it fades into lapping waves.
(I want to remember, but not to hurt.)
How do I change the sun, the wind, the tides, the earth?
How do I mend the hull, the cabin, the heart?
Solace, eventually, find me, will.

After, Noon

2011-04-25T15:15:00.003-06:00

Once we've smoked the smoke-stick
We can travel to the alternate universe
and ride the golden pleasure-craft
until we are both enveloped in flames

Once we've smoked the smoke-stick
We can touch one another
Below the level of consciousness
and transform one another's dreams
until we are both overcome with imagination

Once we've smoked the smoke-stick
We can create a moment
Free of any kind of worldly infraction
and devoid of any God but pleasure
until we are both slaves to one another

I'm Trying To Find You

2011-04-25T15:04:00.002-06:00

I gently pull up the barrel
Filled with smiles
from the deep well of my heart
Don't spill anything
(OVER)
The sun is bold yet coquettish
She teases me with her moments of warmth
and then retreats back into herself

I want what I want
And you should know what that is
And you should give it to me

Once I've drunk the last smile-drop
And the sun has me fulfilled
I breath in the brick mortar of the ancient well
Privy to the timelessness of water
Feel the slight scratch of rope on my hands
The tiny drops of blood that cover my palms
The peddles beneath my bare feet
The tiny gasp of wind that uplifts me
The translucent scent of the encroaching evening

I want what I want
and please, forgive me for it.

Morning Stanza

2011-03-07T10:33:00.002-07:00

and I'm reminded of your beauty,
and i'm reminded of your grace
and I'm reminded of your ever changing,
always constant, effervescent face.

There Are Good Days and Bad Days and Just Days

2011-02-18T15:24:00.003-07:00

The secret's secret
Delves below the milky surface
Into the depths of my inadequacies
Amongst the crumbs of warm chocolate chip cookies
Cat hair covered pillows
and your gentle witticisms
whispered into my ear with a laughing smile
This liver has been split in two
and the growing back
is the most painful part
I begin to look inside
because I can't make it heal faster
I want to know, but it disgusts me
Where have we fallen to, a place beyond the best parts of ourselves
I'm still falling,
Falling upwards,
Jump out of the ferris wheel when it reaches its peak
Onto the pavement grounded
...but not until I reach inside myself
and feel the fullness of my liver
Reprocessing the process

Selbstmord

2011-02-16T10:31:00.002-07:00

Clear
Clarity
A single leaf falls slowly dancing, in the wind.
Elegance

Can this circle be broken//?
I fall knowingly to my death
and the most amazing parts of my life become apparent

The single, overwhelming
sensation
of
feeling
and being
L
O
V
E
D

To(esday)

2011-02-16T10:27:00.002-07:00

and if there's a lesson
that's meant to be learned
and if there's a reason
that i've been spurned
and if there's a waterfall
beneath the diamond sky
and if there's a renegade
flying by and by

then i'm amongst the living
I have climbed through the gates of hell
and Hades no more controls me
I emerge from the depths of the well

Pale Blue Dot

2011-02-01T00:56:00.002-07:00

That tangerine sunshine
Transcends into fluorescent porous
Experience
and I am transfixed by the simple tear
sliding seductively down your cheek
until it finds a home in the crevasse of your lips
and reenters the devine something-ness
that is your body.

Oh, to tempt the sunshine godess of
silver underlinings,
pained translucent awkwardness
and a dirty pillow cased
covering a filthy pillow.

Funny how the orange light
makes you seem even more human
less like the envisioned memory
I have of a Tuesday morning,
waking up to the mirror that was not myself.

Smoke flies and love dies and all these small niceties
are suddenly trapped
on this tiny periwinkle dot
that houses and delouses
find and discomforts
salts and slides
across the permeable membrane of my body
into the void that is
and continues to be
the void that is me and is also
without me

Newness

2011-01-11T12:48:00.003-07:00

Pretzel stomach
and long forgotten middle moments
Embracing the folds of air
between where I am
and where you want to be

The constant lack of consistency
Bright, unguarded purities
an envelope, a bill, a pillow
The stiffness of breath after a climb
into the cranberry reaches of my porcelain home
I descend underearth to regrow
and mold, or flourish
The twisted cliff of something else

Dreamwork

2011-01-07T15:42:00.002-07:00

I take the tips of the world
and tie them together
(like taking out the garbage)
and then the oceans drain and spill onto my feet
and I fall backwards into space
enveloped by stars
until the sun is the smallest point of light
and, still holding the earth,
\my insides are out
and my brain floats like unravelled intestines
knotted cords of experience
amongst the most unfathomable age
tiny moments amidst ancient legacies

and I gently release the world
from my skeletal grasp
and it falls, floating until
(like pizza dough being thrown)
it flattens and unravels

and then, quicker than you'd imagine
it disappears...

The Friday After(noon)

2011-01-07T15:37:00.002-07:00

Standing,
the snow helps the Earth to turn
Diagonal assistance

And for me,
it covers up all those things I want forgotten
At least for a while
the peace of purity descends
and I am enveloped in the thick white rain drops
Flying through the air with my feet on the ground
I look up and marvel

No matter what happens,
I can always be transported
Standing.

Listening to Horses

2011-01-07T15:31:00.003-07:00

It's Okay,
Half of my(self) is less that Everything
Exteriority replaces the momentary lapse of reason,
-(or the beauty)
of a mesh veil covered face
Where sunlight still finds a home
Despite the attempts at disguise.
Maybe the mask is the mirror
the crystalline pond into which,
unaided,
(I gently lean forward)
I fall

and remove the half to uncovered the w(hole),
we are I.

Myth and Mythology

2010-11-06T15:00:00.003-06:00

Is it the void
that makes us?
Or the act of constantly trying to fill it?
The Danaides vainly struggling for completion
in an attempt to gain freedom

...and then what?

After the Flood

2010-10-15T00:17:00.003-06:00

Money is the language of deep
under
water caverns.

Left unexplored and
untainted until now.
This canvas of crystalline waters
reminds me of softness
laughter
and the underwhelming
veracity of fracture.
Effervescent moments lead to
strangled edges
deep ends
and a reminder of doves

Midnight

2010-09-04T01:43:00.003-06:00

There are so many lines
that translate into drawings
from the deep well of
pure and untouched water
I slowly extend my arms
and salute the sun-drenched
sky line
enamoured with some idea of freedom
that involves selfish abandon
and irreversible damage
to those around me
oh, to be truly free
is to ignore the lines
and drench oneself
purely in water

Blue, White, Green, In Between

2010-08-30T20:52:00.003-06:00

Tracing lines down your chest
With a neutral colored hand
Reminds me of the steady to and fro of waves
And the white crashing
of a slow and tender ocean
as it hovers between gentle caresses and
rough thrusts
cresting and returning back
mirror-like calm before the wind
warming slowly
until the tide can't take it,
anymore
flowing in and out without restraint
the highest barrel, the stillest glass

Something About Leonardo

2010-08-30T20:34:00.002-06:00

Beyond the shimmering abyss of Time
I lie in wait, knees bent
Fingertips grazing the lowest part of Earth.

Taking a moment to inhale suspends Schönheit
and I am once again
Locked onto the wheel of Time
Splayed out like the Vitruvian Man
Hands connected to expectations
Obligations weight heavy on my Heart

It would be useless to move
The neverending motion of the Wheel
Gives the impression of stillness
Amongst the Mind's thrashing frenzy
and the slow trickle of blood is simply a sign
of the dangers of resistance

Oh, how I yearn to lie in wait
Beyond the ever spinning wheel of Time

The Exploits of a Renegade Nun (And Other Stories)

2010-08-16T15:48:00.002-06:00

Here is my conscious effort to escape mediocrity:
I run my Honda Accord off the road
Hover between life and death and then visit Heaven
and redeem my ways
and then impregnate myself (using my womanly wiles, of course)
and it turns out the father is...
Someone rich and famous.

And so I move in with him and castrate him and then I'm a lesbian
So turned off by the whole bloody-penis-on-the-persian-rug thing
So I find another hot female lover
and discover places on her body no one's ever been
or, no, wait
places on the surface of the moon
did I mention I'm an astronaut?

and surgically enhanced to be the most symmetrical person on Earth? ( That's what people want, right?)

And, I suppose,
after staring into the vast chasm of space (and/or the vagina),
I discover how entirely minute I am
and open the exterior door
shoot into space
and am sucked into a vacuum somewhat like a ziploc freezer bag.
only deader.

To be continued....

The Birthday of the Enigmatic Student

2010-08-16T15:44:00.002-06:00

Want to know someone
Shadows create a tapestry of light
Want to know myself

Romanticism and PTSD

2010-07-23T01:13:00.003-06:00

This is one small ever-encompassing
journey of pure discovery
and the absolute wonder of the world
has not even begun to begin enthralling me
beyond any sort of rational approach
there lingers a deep and bottomless
abyss of indescribable beauty
that holds me softly in it's grasp
and begs me to take a single breath
and to take a single breath again
and to take a single breath again
until I am overcome with life and the encroaching tragedy
of loosing the youth that is wonder
and the ever-present knowledge
that love of beauty is not innate.

Stillness

2010-07-23T01:06:00.002-06:00

stalling time, suspended
between footsteps that never even attempt
to touch the ground
obvious lightening of gravity
and Earth's gentle smile
twisting ever upwards, ever
the true randomness of being suspended
mid-air, between

Oh, I touch your face
and the physical universe descends into irrelevancy
a cloud lit sky unveils itself to me
the truest beauty, raw
the bright lightness of right here
moment
being

Oh, I touch your face
and fall beyond direction
into the pureness of neurons firing
beyond
any
fragments
of control

Visiting

2010-05-27T16:21:00.000-06:00

metres are spaces between
The love of your life
And an idle meandering

This fourth dimension
Transforms tabula rasa into
Relevance, beauty, nabokov's postlust

The empty expanse that is
Sedentiary living, movement
Steps beyond boundaries
And reminds you of liveliness (change)
Overwrought momentary rememberances
Lead to casualties

Upon Awakening

2010-05-17T12:36:00.002-06:00

Walking away from the pier
I confront myself
and pass through

clear waters, muddy streets
mountainous memories
that I am unable to escape
caught in the shadow
of a living breathing behemoth

waves upon waves
thoughts are dancing spiders
trapped in silken luxury
of their own making

boiling water for tea
I rest my chin upon my chest
and wonder at the vastness
of the ocean

and, I am lost.

And I

2010-05-16T20:06:00.000-06:00

As the dust begins,
And I
Settling into the spaces.
Tepid water stained faces
Tell
And I begin to dust.
Don't leave the
And I
Lights are never\always on.

SciFi

2010-05-16T20:04:00.000-06:00

This dewdrop lifelike
Moistness
That shelters my feeling from
The collective pain of being human
And underwhelms me with its
Crisp and stiff reality.
Sometimes I contemplate other worlds
With simplified structures or
Purple clouded nebula suns
And none are filled with selfish greedy humans
No, not one.

Nothing is Worse Than an Amorphous Blob

2010-04-11T14:58:00.003-06:00

When I reach the point
where all the days glob together
like a gelatinous bowl of half forgotten
moulding, peach flavored yogurt
or an amorphous waste of used
and left behind tissues
soiled by experience in the darkest corners
of the human psyche and physique
yellowed and aged like the
pages of a shitty John Grisham novel
read by pre-pubesent intellectuals
that smear the pages with masturbatory
excrement and overflowing hormone based emotions

Just kill me.

Fortune

2010-04-11T14:50:00.002-06:00

This is the eye heaviness
that reaches down to the centre of the Earth
the weight of a four hour unsettled sleep
unburdened responsibilities
and the overachievers ache

This is me ever and yet (not even a little bit)
present.
The division between body and all these other
minute distractions
the effort required for me to lift a ten ton finger
beyond the grasp of my own understanding

I am thankful for the automaton-like
surgical precision
that is the back stage
behind-the-scenes
everyday work
of my body (oh, how I'd be lost without you)

Show, Tell

2010-04-02T13:56:00.002-06:00

That fire engine red truck roaming wax
crayon
It never disappears, only gets whittled down
to a piece of something that once was a
crayon
but is no longer
and the fire truck red engine roaming wax
is just a trash worthy distraction
from a long discarded snapshot of this place know as

Early

2010-03-15T23:00:00.002-06:00

It's a funny,
Oh and we struggle through layers of
Moth eaten, spider webbed memories
Feeling.

The days are growing shorter,
Bleeding and pausing in an uncontrollable manner.
Learn to touch me before I fall apart
Into a dust bin, out of the night sky
It's a funny feeling
Tangible horizon, peach coloured mistakes,
dreams,
what we make of the space between suns

Prose

2010-02-09T21:07:00.002-07:00

So I'm back, and wondering.
Is prose...? A lack of penmanship marks me,
or rather, fails to. Something about a cold
night,
lightness of stars suspended below the expanse that is space.

Maybe it's some kind of fragile
moment, this journey that we so preciously value as
self-discovery.
Am I
learning? She stool precariously on the ledge.
Am I becoming? And in a moment, catching the
wind.
Something about tire treads, muddy ground.
Earth, space, smoke dancing between
calloused fingertips. Wait for me, She asks. Or let me wait for you. Silence.
There are thoughts that may form, others that may evaporate
into the consciousness of oxygen and carbon.
Oh, you. Silly thoughts, empty
shells, fucking filterless
cigarettes. So, here we
are. And she sways to and fro, music
irrelevant.

Fucking Haikus

2010-02-07T17:39:00.001-07:00

I'm older and even less wise
Sadly, more affected
Impurity/Purity

Spoken Word (2)

2010-02-07T17:28:00.004-07:00

drank too much sugar-infused sweetness
and laid upon my stained (various bodily fluids) bed
a little intro-contemplation and the cigarette
I half smoked yesterday afternoon
I saved it
Waste not, want. Or something along the lines of
yearning, yellow coated teeth and red cheap-wine lips.
I sometimes discover places I've already been.

the slap and !
i'm up and off and out and dooooooown
holy mackerel, (is that a bird/word or am I unlucid?)
tender moments filled with the dread
of time elapsing
so prescriptive, and yet the sun still rises
over an ash colored, concrete, gum lined sidewalk.
the absence of cigarette.

Vancouver Aubade

2010-02-07T16:58:00.001-07:00

Some gentle sun
Finds the tops of the trees
And in my bed, I begin
To grow
The auspicious buds of May
Taller and more lustrous and more
blue
Even than the sphere of Earth
Between us and space

2 (and/or more)

2010-02-07T16:55:00.002-07:00

Only love is all
around and down
Upwards towards, away from
the clumsy introspection
of tender minds
Connections ,telephone wire,
birds and forgotten tied-up laces
belonging to worn down, lived in shoes

Only love is all
Only all is love
Love is only all
Love is all only

A perfect square
of imperfections

Mittag, Kanada

2010-01-20T17:27:00.002-07:00

A landed mark across the sky

Awakenings, the subtle touch of wind
Greedy colors steal you
and hold your gaze infinite
The breeze controls your wonder
Waiting for the most serene moment

To stun you
silent, blind, deaf, mute
Oh, to feel

Keats in Rome

2010-01-20T17:22:00.002-07:00

How much verse gone, unwritten?
Troubled bodies carrying troubled souls
Led to the dirt with soot stained gowns
Millions of miles between creation and literacy
A fox hole, the nature of one's birth

Out the in Side

2010-01-16T14:40:00.002-07:00

Turn the sky inside out
Peel it back
Concrete, disillusionment
The great gap between
desires and outcomes
Where have the stars gone?
There and in between here,
Push, Peel, Disintegrate

And a Wave of Joy Washes Over Me

2010-01-16T14:35:00.002-07:00

There's something to be said for
pure
unaltered
spontaneous
joy

sun overtaking the sky
contact
presence

the longest
shortest
briefest
most everlasting
moment

Televis-ion

2010-01-07T15:48:00.002-07:00

Watch and silent introspect-ion
What a horribly slow way to loose one's self
Never-ending frozen escalator,
mid-sentence, wawawawawaiting

Listening to Soft Chords

2009-12-29T12:30:00.001-07:00

somewhere, here, in between
winter more like fall
summer more like spring

these.
more and beyond,
steps and stumbles, days and daydreams
and the desire to create.

Absence and Ice Trays

2009-12-18T12:33:00.003-07:00

Frozen smiles
are carved out places

Where, we wait.

A tiny door inside the mind
Inside the mind it stands

And trembling with anticipation
first to open it
then to close it
then to lock it

Letting in
Shutting out
Ignorance

A warm embrace of fuzzy silence
Calm and control, diffused energy

Letting miracles not happen

Towards

2009-12-13T14:47:00.002-07:00

Barren omnipotent white
Cascade of grey blue shielded sorrow

The winter sky
and all the birds stop singing
and all the snowflakes fall
and every moment lingers,

awaits your beck and call

and all the dew drops disappear
into the steadfast seas
remiss to wait another year
to caress their lovely trees

a single hand unveils the sun

Assigned Assumptions

2009-10-08T13:12:00.003-06:00

Desperation, the frostbitten face of isolation
Cold nights with bitter aftertastes
Frigid corners, empty words in empty spaces
(The abyss), separation.

To life:
The beauty of polarization
Moments of red mingled with blue
Purple steps on concrete sidewalks
Warmth.

Loving, Something, About

2009-10-08T13:00:00.003-06:00

Something about loving
Inspires the absence of selfishness
Fulfills that which wishes to be better
Drops and gives you twenty

Loving, about something
Cracks, fissures, imperfections,
the immense anxiety of dependance
A return to the womb of connection

Closer, further away
Absence, intrusion
Time, affection
About loving something

Railway Cog(s)

2009-10-05T10:04:00.004-06:00

The dangling thread of morning
Emersed from cold, brilliant light
Suffocated darkness, grapefruit orange sky
Simple moments remain uncomplicated (hesitation)
Beginning, newness,

the overwhelming brevity of hope.

Original Ideas

2009-09-20T13:51:00.002-06:00

And beginning, began
Is there anyone left untold?
Tattered corners, congruent ink
Every piece of every puzzle
Every lie in every truth
Every moment, every beauty
And ending, end

Never one, nor two.

2009-09-05T12:22:00.002-06:00

This translucent morning
Levity of being, cracked and floating air
Touch of tongue to teeth
Exploring the marble countenance that is your smile

Waking,
dormant,

cogent, hibernation.

Somewhere between the borders of detachment and
obligation (Connects the dots, reality, escape)
Lies the porcelain head of love.

Sunday Reminiscence

2009-07-26T12:57:00.003-06:00

And each time the hand retracts
I can better remember the feeling
And posting signs outside the door
Leaves me with wanted reminders

(Of a life well lived,
loved,)

And the pen marks and key stokes
And the ink blots and photographs
Are all these reduplicated moments
Movements on the tides toward afterlife
And for a moment there is stillness
Moving backwards to stall time

Spoken Word

2009-07-07T11:39:00.002-06:00

to wander
and wandering discover
flash floods inspire the brief luminosity of remembrance
the pulled back peel of a new and growing onion
salty ocean, salty tears
a memory of cascading water, the heaviness of clarity as it douses the fire
inside is taste, touch, memory, resistance
a close shave and the deceptive simplicity of smoothness
I am wandering through seas of hidden complexities
in search of caves of long departed necessities

what are these things? memories?
are they waves upon a tranquil ocean?
or stillness beneath the surface of the meniscus?
are they tulips in an open field?
or beaten down, wavering cobblestone streets?
I am wandering and the wanderer discovers
the mirrordom of nature, natural.
and in this brief luminosity of remembrance a tiny speck of soul
and the souls desires and the body's yearnings
and the mistaken moments between neath and under
the fallen fall out shelters of long forgotten, misappropriated memory
that has transformed itself into meaning

to wander,
and wandering discover
that layers of onion obscure the ocean floor.

Reading a Memoir

2009-07-07T11:05:00.002-06:00

Nothing strives to life lines
Like the never altered poem
Ballads for yearning and impatience
Daylight, sunlight, moonlight
and all the variations
and all the shades of blue
and all the facets of brilliance
and all the moments that may or may not make up memory

Holiness

2009-07-07T10:58:00.002-06:00

Ah, to dance beneath desire
Above reproach
Straddling the luminescent path
of righteousness
Feather touch and misplaced kisses
Second yearnings are holes
in the fabric of contentment
Escapes from right hand restraints
and tepid rain-infused showers

Pulling Teeth

2009-06-24T17:33:00.001-06:00

Stress by proxy
The never ending stretch required to maintain a straight line
Waves, clouds, trees
Natures bent and we strive to straighten

Kingdom of Natures

2009-05-26T16:42:00.003-06:00

I am the land
Moonlight iris and mirrordom
Extension of length until layers of canopy evolve
Lashes tectonic plates during frantic and short lived kisses
Buttery clouds visible between thick and growing trunks
Wind whispers against surface of skin, sea

Reconciliation

2009-05-26T16:36:00.002-06:00

Inside, ghosts
Black and grey prisoners
Outside is an even more daunting escape path
Run Run Run Run Run Stop Run Run Run Run Run Stop
Mice on their wheels,
Moist peach colored endless horizons

Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Run Stop Stop Stop Stop Stop Run

Tiny Specks of Dirt

2009-04-30T12:44:00.002-06:00

stretching moments into single strings
we champion defeat
the ugliness of perfection, evident.

street cars and cinderblocks
glass houses and glass shoes
seconds and the audacity of prescriptive time

what we feel is a photograph
of something between truth and Truth
the glare from a car window
an abandonned grocery cart
desolation and disconnect
dead things, floating in seas of loneliness

yearning leads to imperfection
we idealize longing, the absence of fulfillment.

Aqueduct

2009-04-30T12:35:00.003-06:00

And the gasping breath
Hint of sun falling/climbing the dull grey between
Horizon und Himmel
We are ghosts without eyes
Houdini trapped beneath moist ambition
Scrambling to find a tangible steel word
Public, Private, and the spaces beyond understanding
Closed amongst the seaweed and salt
Ah, catching children as they run off cliffs and into adulthood
Chaos,misunderstandings, structure, guilt, convention, anguish, pain,
Death.

Simplicity

The spaces zwischen the self and the other(s).

Don't Let the Warm Air Out

2009-01-15T00:37:00.002-07:00

Fault line
Driving a nail between tiny splinters of wood
How do they stay?

I want to squeeze so tight
that all the air is gone

and I am squeezing.

This is the story of the girl
who framed the bus window
in perfect thirds.

Then disappeared.

Oh, adhesion and rolling tires
Closeness, movement, air
Can something old be discovered?

Imperfections, obsessions,
Arms out in the thunderous wind
Head high and

This is what it feels like to squeeze.

Imperfections

2009-01-03T02:29:00.001-07:00

Find a crack in a mirror
So small it is only discovered
by your two faces

What is Old is New (Again?)

2009-01-03T02:21:00.003-07:00

Downward spiral and heavy snowfall
Results in avalanches

Swimming beneath snow
that crushes
like rock

Gasping for breath
as we enter a new world

Closed off in the brightest darkness
There are only these : moments
accumulation of ice fragments
sunlight
and peace.

wint(her)

2008-12-15T00:51:00.001-07:00

removes her jacket
and cold creeps in
Tiny slow molecules
Gently dancing, then repelling
touch of silver

UnforeSeen

2008-12-10T01:57:00.003-07:00

My lips can always find yours
Struggling, through layers of skin and cloth
Albeit, successfully.

And upon meeting, join.
Moisture and sedimentary rock-beds
Feel the light/gentle
graze/touch of precipitation

Dew drops captured briefly before disappearing

Pillars of North touching South
White landscapes approaching the equator
Late night pie.

Surreptitious Balancing Act

2008-11-24T02:11:00.002-07:00

Between longing and loving
The last letter of gravitational force
The first law of adverse attraction
Me on top of ice cream
Pickled beets and sun-dried oranges
Wasted mornings
Broken mirrors
Cracks in the sidewalk

Between you and me.

Ten Thousand Songs Sung to Children

2008-11-24T02:08:00.001-07:00

We sit
and sun
rise

Take this veil
Make me
whole

Smoke and filtered
feelings
ash

Love or is it
want
?

Strawberry Lips

2008-10-15T01:19:00.002-06:00

I am a concrete doll
With clay hair
and strawberry lips filled with tiny hints of fibre
Sucking air in and out
Like a vacuum
Breath on fire is nature's fuel

I sit in the kaleidoscope's centre
Amid the colour
Motion and balancing lights
Spinning round and round
A clumsy dance
Chipped paint on the carousel

I see through glass
Smiles and laughter resonate
Life of purpose
Life of happiness
Music box cranked to before the beginning
and strawberry lips filled with tiny hints of fibre

Serving from Behind the Circus

2008-10-01T23:37:00.002-06:00

Rights of passage
Clammy hands
Moist kisses

The tension of a tight rope cord
Dips from the weight
An attempt to balance

How can I help
You

Discover

Me?

Who is Night Time?

2008-07-26T20:13:00.004-06:00

Maintaining your territory
The coat of lies as heavy as armor
You have no face, no name
Only a treasure to be guarded
That generator of self worth

Night Dreaming

2008-07-25T03:09:00.002-06:00

I hover between lucidity
and

fainting.

I want to remove your glasses
Stroke your temples
Trace lines across your shoulders
Kiss your soft, half-sleeping lips

Yes, Just Like That.

2008-07-25T03:05:00.003-06:00

Are we,
Am I?
Right to find
the layer underneath insecurities
Thin and fragile?

Going too deep is dangerous.

To Part

2008-07-25T02:54:00.002-06:00

A
part
Together
Apart

Something like puzzle pieces
in a blender.

You are only seeing her a little,
You are not impressed with me right now.

What are words but letters?

Break it down
Breaking down

A colourful menagerie
of lies, and half truths
I have no idea what I have done wrong
Or right, for that matter.

Emotions the night sky
Plastered onto corrugated cardboard
5000 pieces and solar eclipses

The Puddle Jumper

2008-07-17T02:59:00.002-06:00

Into the centre
Ripples are tiny breathes
Exhale to Inhale

Yellow plastic boots
Drops of rain
Silent water dancers

Constellations of mud
Pink chubby fingers
Low forming giggles

This and That

2008-07-04T23:55:00.003-06:00

This is here.

No and where there is.

I just want my tongue on your teeth.
I fly to the moon and swim it's lakes,
I circle the sun on wax wings
I just want to lay beside you.

Here is under there.

The push of forward motion.

I just want to touch your face.
I race across the yellow prairies,
I climb the mountain's tallest ridge
I just want to see your smile.

Take me one step closer
to that.

16

2008-07-04T23:48:00.002-06:00

The days pass
-Under bridges
Hidden from sight
Tunnels of sound

I am running
-I can't catch up
The wind is much too fast

Let me just say this,
I am a selfish creature
-You were a selfish mistake

How do you fix love when there was none?

Counting Change

2008-06-29T23:57:00.002-06:00

So I go.

Ten steps away from freedom,
A breath towards insanity

Light playing out upon the street
The sound of touching leaves

Wind through strands of hair
The doubtful summer sun

Is it wrong to know?

"You Can't Take it With You"

2008-06-29T03:39:00.003-06:00

There is a truth
Deep inside the act of wanting you
Some grain of lust
Well soiled, into flower grows
De-flowered and sucked of pollen
We are the dying bees
In a crowd of amphibians

Oh, I want you
Or some image of you
Petal to petal and skin to skin
A rush of blood to the loins
Spring rains eternal
Flood of body heat and sweat
Sitting on an airplane.

Twelve Thirty

2008-06-24T23:47:00.002-06:00

The light flickers

There is hesitation between the forefinger
and the thumb

Just a slight tension

Day Five

2008-06-17T16:03:00.002-06:00

The rough rocky taste of salt
and pounding waves
I peer into darkness
Find tiny caps of white
Inhale and Exhale and Inhale

Sin/Sacrifice/Loneliness

2008-05-26T14:31:00.004-06:00

We wash and worship
Cleaner, closer to God

Wipe the souls of our shoes
Before we enter the House of the Lord

We fast and forget
Healing, hungry for God

Drink the blood of the Lamb
Bruised and eager knees

We sin and sacrifice
Following, feeling God

Head against the wooden pew
We are only human.

I Took a Train to Get There

2008-05-26T14:20:00.002-06:00

This city is filled with walls
Sound barriers
and loneliness.

Bricks upon bricks
Cement sidewalks
the estrangement of lovers.

Blades of grass
Flooding rivers
and tear soaked pillows.

This city is filled with cars
Highways and crosswalks
Attempts at companionship.

Wheels on the pavement
Yellow lines
Stolen, guarded smiles.

Tangerine mornings
Masked by blinds
The search for humanity.

Saturn-day

2008-05-05T15:35:00.002-06:00

I unwrap you

Inside you are warm and wet
and you taste like movie theatre popcorn

You are naked, now undress

Let me find the smile behind your eyes
You are only a moment away from being beautiful
But you hesitate

We have pleasured and moaned
Drank of each other
But it's never enough, I'm still thirsty

Now undress,
I want you to trust me

Candy

2008-05-05T15:30:00.002-06:00

Thoughts are layers
Like giant gobstoppers
or peeling off the back of a new sticker
I feel one thing and think another

Women are strange creatures
Too many contradictory layers
Blue and red and yellow
I just want companionship

Creating Affection

2008-05-05T15:19:00.002-06:00

We don't make love,
we make tiny beads of sweat
Between breasts,
Under knees,
in a low lying forehead crown

We don't make love,
we make time
Days to minutes,
Seconds to hours,
Trapped in the continuum

We don't make love,
we make trouble,
Late night phone calls,
Tears in the shower,
The suffocation of too many blankets

Monologue

2008-04-22T17:29:00.003-06:00

I am the most jealous man alive.

I love your mouth.
That pearl upon pearl, pink forest of fog
Dreamland of lollipops and other sugar candies
How I envy your tongue for unrestricted access to your teeth
How I envy your teeth for the freedom to touch your lips
How I envy your lips for the touch of breath they receive

Watching you eat is torture for me
Every crumb a stolen moment
The motion of your tongue from side to side

I refuse to even think about chewing gum
I'll go in to a jealous rage.

I would glue your mouth to mine if it wouldn't kill you.
I've thought about that while masturbating
Not glue, but the permanence of your mouth on mine.

I am the most jealous man alive.

(To be continued...)

Birth and Being Born

2008-04-22T17:03:00.002-06:00

Lead me not into gyration
Dancing wildly at the altar
I pray for my soul in masturbation
The setting sun is a setting star

The taste of my self is sacred
Like the moons numbered phases
Bathe me in oil and baptise me naked
Sending Jesus penetrating praises

Running Clouds

2008-04-22T11:22:00.002-06:00

What is dependancy?

I think about you constantly.

The air is dry and I'm walking home, drunk, alone.
Reaching for the meaning in the clouds
-They run on duck feet

My crotch is wet from wanting you.

"She just smiled at me."

And I'm walking home with only half a shoe left.

The Line

2008-04-22T11:16:00.003-06:00

My sister would be a great spoken word poet
She flutters like a butterfly
From one flower of thought to the next
Sucking the juice like a hummingbird

She paces and raises her voice
Makes connections between Einstein and my mother
Finds them somewhere between the grey cells
Leaves the shower running

Is it right to fear the obvious?
I am frightened by her jumping frog brain
Lilypad to lilypad and her voice gets louder
Silence, then a laugh.

Nobody Even Likes Poetry

2008-04-07T11:26:00.001-06:00

I'm tucking my balls in and signing up for the open mic on April 16th at the Oolong Tea House in Kensington.

I Have to Stop Biting Wolves

2008-04-05T21:41:00.002-06:00

Mouthfuls of fur
Generally unpleasant
Picking hairs out
From between teeth
Reminds me of you

All that remains is some shattered idea of beauty
A temporary moustache, some dried up tears, the gag reflex

And the knowledge that biting a wolf, while erotic
Will just leave you with dried mouth frustration

Frustration is an Empty Fridge

2008-04-05T13:41:00.002-06:00

Anger is a cold trickle
Down the spine
It hurts like tiny needles
The act of wanting

If only honesty wasn't so bold

I want you to kiss me

Summer Prelude

2008-04-04T14:36:00.002-06:00

Watermelon seeds tiny canoes
In the stream of juice connecting
My mouth to my white T-shirt

I love you like the straw grass loves rain
I love you like the pink inside the rind

Ce Soir

2008-03-30T23:58:00.002-06:00

I want to write
Until my fingers burn off
And the urge to love disappears

But what if motion and light are not the only lovers?

Sitting alone and pondering the depth of the ocean
Does it end or is there a sandy bottom?
Please, I don't want discomfort
Just thick smoke
And candy canes on Christmas morning

Six Pack of Pilsner

2008-03-30T23:51:00.002-06:00

I wish you could read me
As a young girl reads Jane Austen

Hope filled. L-
ife is one big quest for the penis
to meet the vagina.

Maybe true love
is large dextrous hands
Coupling with nimble minds

Scotch : Mouth to Mouth

2008-03-30T23:41:00.004-06:00

The late night mulled wine mouth speak
Youth is composed of tender moments
Tough as alligator skin
Fitted together like tooth paste ads

If you can understand this
Then the smoke isn't thick enough
The love isn't deep enough
The whiskey isn't strong genoug

Language is testy if you are a lover
Spoken words are hand testimonies
Kisses the expression of subconscious desires
Such as, Let's have sex and scream

I want to write about breakfast
But I hate pancakes and bacon
Too much flour and the whiteness between taste
Leaves coffee on my tongue
Urine in the porcelain toilet basin
Unresolved sexual exploits

Cash, Vanity

2008-03-27T03:00:00.002-06:00

This frigid wind of dependancy.

This single-minded self indulgence.

So I become - three headed suicidal monster
Light a match to light a cigarette
Take a breath to take a step

Square zero and counting downwards
Into the non-existence of negative numbers.

A Ripe Shrug of Shoulders

2008-03-23T23:03:00.003-06:00

Isn't there just something
About people
Their faults

And giant craters in the moon
Known as lakes

My soul is swiss cheese
Truth a melon baller.

Dead Skin on Skin

2008-03-22T16:07:00.002-06:00

Connect the dots
Between the moles and scars
Between the dust, the light
The Earth and Mars

Between the thighs, the moon
The apple breasts
Cool morning, night-time, noon

I Am Too Often Ashamed at My Own Honesty

2008-03-22T15:59:00.002-06:00

I'm driving a wheelbarrow
Into a narrow crevasse
And the red paint is chipping
The wheel is loose

Honesty pains me more than silence
The wisdom of severed tongues
Uphill towards the landfill
I am struggling to empty feelings

This shielded cage protects lies
Feeds on my inability to be unloved
Must we all through the mud struggle?
I cry for the day that dancing died.