grief

it breaks me
in a thousand ways
pieces
of grief
pouring
on the plain
of days--

motionless
swollen
choking
and lame

unmastered

i fear
i've reached
the limit
of my powers
seed to root
leaf to flower
He spread
rumor
of
roses
in my garden
bower
but
i could not dig
that
Texas Radio
and spent
hours in sand
for mad slow
language
backblown
on the beat
and
unmastered
on the Watchtower

perimeter

somewhere in the gaps
between neuron fire
myelin sheathed
dragon's ire
whispers
music

the
perimeter's
lyre

i was in pleasanton
california
and I was asleep late
i'd been working
fifty hours a week
riding the tale end
of the dot com craze
and my arms
were killing me
twitching and burning
in a nervous rage
and I was half asleep
in a rented house
in suburban nowhere
and as I awoke
I knew something
wasn't right
the tv was on
but it was too quiet
and I could hear
my sister crying
downstairs
and somber tones
on the television
air
and my heart
started beating
as I sleepwalked
down those stairs

and what to say
really
it's beyond compare
like the rarified
hurtling through
the sky
i sat on the couch with
my sister
and we didn't really speak
we just stared

automatons
what to do
what to care
we went to work
a sense of normalcy
over despair
but I didn't stay long
I just wanted to check in
I walked past a closed office
with glass windows
and Press was weeping
he was in his 60's
jowlish and large
and his hand
covered his face
he sat beside Giri
a young man in glasses
they had worked there
the year before
they had friends
i never knew

i left and went back
to the house I lived in
but it wasn't home
and I realized I wanted
to go home
and it wasn't here
in a silicon wasteland
sheltered and drear
i went to the back yard
and I started to cry
I think I cried
for about a year
and I wept for the terror
desperation and fear
that wasn't even mine
but I had to bear witness
it was only fair

petals - 4/6/2008

oh paint me
in flowers
and place me
in a field
mesmerized
by the sun,
poignancy,
and petals

joy and light - 6/28/2007

joy and light
and effervescent
being
i want to be
the babbling brook
the rambunctious stream
dust motes
in an afternoon
sunbeam
swirling bright
coalescent
dreams

the long dark house - 2/5/2007

i'm troubled mostly
by what's unseen
the mechanization
of sound
animal screams
by the thought
of dark
and humid scenes
nightmares of
production
and the elimination
of dreams
through
cold metal lattice seams
in the long dark house
of captured souls
and decimated
devastated beings

i was wrong - 1/16/2007

once upon a time
once upon a place
i saw signs in
the stars
and written
on her face
and I thought
i knew everything
everything
would be alright
between smiles
and star's light
i knew
with the
certainty
of sunrise
i knew
in my bones
we were
reincarnations
of two lost
stones
and our time
had finally come
to sanctify
the progression
of souls
to flesh
revivified
but i was
wrong