What I want
What I hope
What do I these?
The tender touch
The sweet green leaf holding the dew aloft
The fresh chill that makes these coarse sheets
A brush with daybreak.
The eternal sunrise
Which will end far from now
But for now it tends to us impassively
The fiery hearth of a star.
Against the cold and the dark
Wandering in the black winds
Of this galaxy
While I take comfort,
One I wish for all,
Of coarse sheets heated by warm being.
Friday, December 6, 2013
shakes a little.
concentration completely lost
sometimes there are subtleties. but other times there are not.
it's not okay
finding out what's okay.
knowing what's okay
feeling what the fuck is the awkward
sometimes I want to know what it's like to be female.
and then I get to watch the beats and rhythms of the ceaseless male come-on.
it's okay, you know, to dig someone.
and to say it.
but then the tools carve too deep.
and you gotta learn this one isn't yours.
there are others.
fuck, there are so many others.
and so why push so hard when you fucked up this time.
maybe the next point is yours. but geez I've still got the tension from these muscles and bones crawling up my back.
Friday, September 6, 2013
Monday, June 10, 2013
In the black of memory.
Takes me back,
Knowing things are lost in the axis.
Knowing things are lost in the axis.
Bit by bit.
Against our will.
Don't we wish we had found those mountains.
That we saw them rise and fall in our eyes.
Got lost in the crumbling rocks.
Even this song keeps and keeps and keeps beating
When there was no beat I felt it still.
I clawed at that perception.
We haven't but seen the ephemeral.
We are tricked and tortured,
It's a moment right here.
I saw the moment.
I was lost in the moment.
That moment freezes and the rocks try to crumble.
The beat in this song keeps beating, but the rocks can't crumble.
His face, lost in time.
When the days lengthen and go on and on and on and on
Feel his gaze crumbled.
This moment is long frozen and past and beaten onward.
The jittered halted space in his gaze.
It's got a meaning when the mountains won't crumble,
And the pen slows its caress of the page.
I think I could see a time beyond these mountains.
And I can't tell if it meant more or less than this faltered awareness.
Please hold me close,
And let the time flow without us,
I want these currents to keep us here forever,
In the eddies where we'll never change.
Monday, May 27, 2013
He got locked into systems.
Even though he could see they weren't impervious.
His rhythms seemed static,
The pleasant boundaries pulsing in place.
It was those times when people asked him to move beyond the walls.
He hadn't made the walls, but they still felt sacrosanct.
He felt anxious when he approached them.
Walls that meant nothing except his confused sense of duty to an abstraction that he couldn't wrap his mind around.
There were limits to his thinking.
As he fought off the tortured stories of mistrust he sensed all around,
He fought the walls themselves.
He struggled to answer the unspoken questions.
Why couldn't he break them?
When would he be as tall as the walls themselves?
He had no answers.
He only saw the systems locked in place.
His foolish feet planted.
A beat statically repeating.
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
The tools that I use draw me down
Into their hold, the music doesn't fit them
I don't know quite what I'm looking for.
I'm not sure that I should bother at all.
I can't find the soul in the chords.
I can't feel the lunge of the heart.
Only failed improvisations lost in
The weird twinge of keys.
Changes of time and octave and instrument don't work.
I'm not entirely surprised.
I can sing, but there's only the surprise of shouting.
A heartfelt note that can't linger past the moment.
Wherefore am I looking for the soul?
I don't see but the failed singular mechanism.
Which reveals that there is no soul.
I can't say we didn't try.
But I can say I didn't succeed.
I'm foolish for coming here,
But I'll probably try again sometime.
Monday, April 15, 2013
The concern falls from the ceiling,
crashing to ground.
My breathing stays steady,
I'm not sure how.
Words and meanings mix in the mind,
Filtered through muck.
Stricken with a weird feeling I can't tell,
Is it all just dumb luck?
I should feel anger and fear and frustration.
There's this deep seated numbness instead.
Go through motions when I'm supposed to react.
Trapped and afraid for the wrong reasons.
I don't know the beats.
I don't know when to change the time.
I only know I'm off somewhere.
There's that feeling that should stick,
But it doesn't.
I know what should happen and shouldn't.
This shouldn't happen.
They shouldn't happen.
But they do.
And I know that, too.
I'm not as surprised as I should be.
The rhythms are there, the drums bear out their beats.
I'm scared to admit that the cynic in me expects this.
And when it hits, I'm sorry.
I don't know what to say or where to go.
I feel like at these points all I can give is my silence.
And wish there had only been silence, and no fury.