20 March 2011
spatial poise II
space gazes into large windows
space hovers below soft ceilings
space rests on hardwood floors
light inhales dusked darkness
light exhales brea(d)th into shade
light balances rays on fulcrum
time, pounds light
time, pounds space
. . . Revolver
Evolver
my destiny.
19 March 2011
Yep,
our hearts
are being pried open,
human being and
it’s cosmic Tsunami
is.
pouring in.
ouch . . .
ouch . . .
ouch . . .
not all get it,
and many do.
wwWAOWWwww . . .
1 November 2010 Equa-poise
spatial poise
made room on a hard wood floor
room with two large windows
room supports room under high soft ceilings
sun pulls dusked darkness
emptying space with drawing light
balancing beams on fulcrum
. . . revolve
evolve
my destiny
5 july 2010 ground water
Chasing little beasts carrying
youth in their hip pockets
mesmerized in frolic and mischief,
a lifelong sadness was looking
for release in the river’s
current.
immobility’s atrophy penetrates
deep, curling itself around the
heart by multiples, until, poor
heart/thing, is unrecognizable.
wood babes no longer clothe
themselves, but wildly swim
at their own distinct peril,
exposed to myriad pre-date-tors.
thus begins my 2nd death.
I saw those boys cheating again and again.
the rules of walking cliffs on
ground water’s edge were simple,
just go. throw yourself.
survival is guaranteed.
you know the cheat’s.
promise
the river wins, so to speak.
soaking my ear drums, cold
erases the blue from sky.
gravity and momentum control
thrust, for a short while
blur takes over.
(stay tuned… more to come in our next exciting episode.)
19 May 2010
i give you
Sweetie
The day I give you roses
Is
The day I give you roses
Three decades. and three
Yes, yes, I know it
That day will come
That day….. is not far away
Yes, yes, I know it
Today even might be
Behind my eyes I see those glowing dozens.
From my heart I pick the warm buttery yellow beauties.
Twice-lit breezes promise a gentle hand.
They. are named….. Henry Fondas.
I carry my life. Savings.
To the choosy vendor.
The old shop keep knows
where Henry Fonda’s secret garden is.
Now! I know. why….
when stillnesss
still. Here. (Ici) Me.