Tuesday, December 28, 2010

beautiful are your hands and face:
your hands, because they make
me see your face in a way
you are (and you are)

handmade. imperfections
(eyes i've never seen before
composed in such) display
your reflections, betray all

things inside: like a
dimly-lit liquid soul,
shaped in a volumetric
shell, not unlike

your eyes, so beautiful
the hands that made you are
you aware of how far
they reach?


1,000



Saturday, December 18, 2010

the bitter cold- the kind that
drinks the warmth
from your coffee,
colors red
onto your face,
seeps into
your holey shoes-
that wasn't what shook
my trembling hands.



Thursday, December 16, 2010

(death)

i was sil(houettes of a million planets,
a million suns halo heads
of granite in of a trillion tons
above the dark and breathless plain,
beneath the rings and rings of lights,
radiant and high in swirls,
and there, where sta(nding
at the street corner, again.
why did the apples always melt?
the puddled resin looked back to the sky.
above, a red light glowed bright,
i blinked back in reply, but
six directions, no access
unless i cross- i could break the rules
but the a steel-stream line of
c
)ars would dance, unaware
of anything but orbit paths
millions of miles from the center
millions of bits of rubble quiver
in belts below, in velvet seas
reflecting the pres)ent for a moment.

Monday, December 13, 2010

surreality
like the morning haze,
denies its ascending
or descending
depending on if
you wake
and decide
to rise
or fall again
into
sleepy grays
embraced by a you-mold,
i subtly changed my shape
to include the presence
of eyes, arms, words. . .

when i woke,
a shape where you
had pressed against my cheek
when i wrote,
a smudge of ink
left on my hand
and when i left,
something on my tongue
so bittersweet

yesterdays and yous,
and evidence of
negative space

Friday, December 3, 2010

reluctantly,
bilateral symmetry
ends at the scale of a single body
one body ends a beat before the rhyme
i am literally short one
iamb
and unreluctantly,
my rabidly eclectic heart
swallowing those lost art looks from a form
rests on the left side, one dose at a time,
eliciting apologies
from me

(i tried find the shift in the line)