Friday, February 24, 2017

The couple at February's end

he holds his tricks
tucked up his white sleeves
those varied heady silken hues
he pulls forth when no one looks
and passes them to her
she who glows in the sun
waiting for glass to trickle
and flow away into the unseen
where her children play
and suckle from her breast
and wriggle from her bosom
to be plucked up by his own
to find themselves swimming
at the end of a string in bitter waters
while his own wait for a bite

their marriage is made in time
and is spoken over bottles of wine
by those who spied his tricks
and have witnessed her unseen
and speak of it as though they're old friends
who live just down the road
in the house no one visits anymore




Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Deserted dreams

desert falls behind his eyelids
a blessing from dream givers
something to soothe his soul
from his oceanic travelling

the ocean he sailed was forever
even when he fell overboard
and drifted towards the bottom
there was always another drop

the waves were shaken
not stirred in his realm
he would drown by night
and wash up on some stranger's shore

he needn't some star above his seas
to guide him to the strangers' shores
he was skilled and very well versed
to give into the draw to knock at those doors

it was in those blurry waters
that he never heard a no
it was only in the damn desert
that he learnt of limits

to find the desert behind his eyelids
that out of all he found to rely on
the leftovers of the dream givers
who apparently had holes in their sacks




Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Fall

the longer the fall
the more boredom sets in
that initial horror
when it's realized
the fall is taking place
or even the precursor of dread
of even entertaining the idea
that the fall might even occur
that all becomes melting butter
the longer the fall takes place
most falls are momentary
a ripping off of the band-aid
and BOOM!
destination is realized
be it the sidewalk pavement
a parking lot below
the 6th floor window
ground floor inside
an elevator shaft
the water's surface
waiting for the diver
whatever it may be
most are soon and quick
yet there are those stealthy ones
that have someone in their grasp
without them even knowing it
so there's not even the initial shock
or maybe there was
it was just ignored
and BOOM!
one is plummeting and detached from
the entire thing
and with that previously mentioned boredom
more of what caused the fall
is sought and bought at whatever price
because dammit
nobody wants to be bored
when they're falling




Saturday, February 18, 2017

Nicks in echoes

crown me! crown me!
demands when he played
both colors of the checkerboard
unfair! unfair!
cries when he got his way
but it wasn't served on a silver platter
begone! begone!
barks when he thinks he can
but realizes there's more to it than that
mean! mean!
bawls when he looks in the mirror
daily and sees what's really looking back
it's fun! it's fun!
lies when he's not going to admit
his treading is quickly turning into sinking
I heard! I heard!
excuses when he speaks
but nothing of value is said
they'll do! they'll do!
dispenses when he has to pay
all the pipers who play him like a drum
fake! fake!
screams when the truth
is a pill he doesn't keep in his cabinet





Monday, February 6, 2017

Gristle

the gristle of dreams
when a thought is chewed
and chewed
but won't be swallowed
won't tumble down the nocturnal throat
a sleeper slumbers through
that gristle is a minute chasm of hell
the skipping record
the haunting that won't let go
but will again and again
restate its claim
on your presence
in the nonsensical world
you fell into
when you fell asleep




Sunday, February 5, 2017

Wordless

so much said
in the lack of words
the vacant image
the great abysmal void
the nod
the wink
what's understood
but not voiced
this silent procession
led by a mute conductor
into an empty page
into uncommon bliss
when there's no need
no sense of must
to air a rant
mumble misgivings
sing a praise
or chitty chatter chat
the time has past
for all of that
'tis time to pause
and hush and hear
what is said
without words




Saturday, February 4, 2017

The shadow

no one longs to be lost in a mystery
and yet we've all jumped
face first into its biggest pool
without even testing the water first
or maybe we have
in those vague memories
that are more inclinations than visions
more feeling than our present state of mind
yet once removed
just enough to not validate
and keep us in the shadow we've ran to
perhaps the light of knowing was too bright
too bright for our curious eyes
with saucer-sized pupils that peer
into the darkness
waiting for something
some click in the cogs of this clock
whose minutes we are running out
in this idleness
in waiting for something
some spark to ignite the dark
and burn away all of the alternative facts
who some choose to suckle from
while others turn away from in horror
those who have looked deep
into the shadow we have ran to
and know its infinite glory





Wednesday, February 1, 2017

Marie

aloft in your hierarchy
and sprawling palaces
how could you have heard their plea
tell me how you could sweet Marie
of the throngs, too many voices to hear
too many preoccupations of time
how could you have heard their plea
tell me how you could sweet Marie
those luxurious diversions spent
only to spend more for more and yet
I implore, how could you hear their plea
how could you listen our sweet Marie
the decadence always too tempting
and wooers of your timely presence
how could you lend your ears to their plea
tell us this, would you sweet Marie
as you found the gowns and jewels aplenty
and the towering cakes so many
as sweet as you tasted your life
so too the blade licked your neck
how could you have heard their plea
tell me how you could sweet Marie
for as detached from your fellow man
so rolled your head from your neck
you couldn't lend your hand nor ears for their plea
but your head suited them well our sweet Marie





Tuesday, January 31, 2017

Sunrise



 your regrets crystallize in your frozen eyes
a polluted faith floats above
in marred skies 
when creation only creates destruction
a tar pit no one has ever escaped
reflections are the only distraction
from looking into the abyss
yet those tear deep within
at the bottom of the pit
where fallen dreams find no avail
this hell of your manifestation
in late nights
and hours too early of day
you think you've won
in the rising of the sun
as the shadows recede and fade
yet a simple turn of the head
a glance over the shoulder
is all it is waiting for