i've fallen in love with
(archetypes, and flowers.
lipstick, skirts and shoes.
memories of past love,
those shooting-star feelings.
eyes, lips, high cheekbones.
holding hands
and walking
and sitting
and everything
but) you.

gulping chug-of-engine
jerks my body down the street.
defeated, i woke up late
to pawn it off (your diamond ring.)
he's got my head unless i cash in...
tonight was the night.

"sorry."
i've got a new love, baby.
it's in my brain-
right now, and i'm rolling, rolling again.
powdered gasoline powers me down the highway,
and i think i'm free
for these seconds-

smashed glass.
which way is up?
tonight was the night,
or so i thought
i was free.

messy hair, smiley face
a shirt i like (very much)
my favorite flower in your hair,
unrefined, witty.


you. you scared me tonight.
"what would i do"-i thought.
i don't want to answer that.
when will you see who you are?

where, when, how,
now, wish now.
not why, because
"hello?"
all i have are five senses
and i'll use them all on you.

brushes wide, brushes thin
paint with blood describe each face,
the language of our world is not modernity, but pain.
eyes cry tears, eyes smile joy
blink with lashes to adorn each face,
but every eye is hidden in the end.
oh- to whitewash each canvas,
and dig up jewels out of sleep!
maybe this dream ends awake...

When we ask ourselves who we are, we demand a point of reference to measure our existence. Yet this point of reference itself is defined by who we are. If no anchor is readily available to steady our point of reference, we are not free to define ourselves. Instead, definition becomes undefined. All becomes a swirling mess.

At the cusp of an avalanche. Watch. It will come. 

is love just a song of mind
contrived in meter, melody
rhyme to please the ear
and rythym to our heart?

or is it just a harmony
notes falling in a line
to accompany a mood
or satisfy ideals?

or is love just a single note,
ringing forever in our ears
so sublime to touch
but defined to taste?

i'd be content to float on stars
billowing seas of calm around me.
i'd love to sleep in her hair,
dark silk shadows, warm.
the flow constrained to cars
sailing in the dark
belonging to my soul, calm.
i'd long no more for stinging answers,
truth so sharp, it cuts into me.
i'd reach in bedrock never more,
without a weight, sound.
the singing of nebulae
and eyes shining
as they sail in the dark,
alone.