Tuesday, August 31, 2010

stone

what does one say,
when there is nothing to say
when the expressions well up on the inside,
but don't even have enough strength to make it out of parted lips
when one is simply too tired to live
when silence will not suffice,
but the words wont either
when angers are dull axes
hacking away at the inside of a mind
concussing blows
that will neither cease pounding away at that which holds them,
nor slice their home open and make their way out
free

these lines on my face
my soul's impotent rebellion

Thursday, August 12, 2010

late

it is done
the beginning
has begun
and so we have ended
these juxtapositions
trite
there will be more
words
for now
this will suffice
i'm not well
but there is too late
and it will be
soon

Friday, July 16, 2010

one degree of separation

i would ask you why
you did it
but I cant
I couldn't even ask you
why you would
because I had no idea
you would
nor, it seems
did anyone else
now
there are only questions
a gaping hole
recently filled
with nothing at all

Thursday, July 8, 2010

know

and before this all goes away
before you go away
know
that you were my beacon
you were my island
you were my door
you were my light
you were my window
you were my key
you were my paper
you were my mouth
you were my hands
you were my sign
you were my hope

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

he stands on the edge of the triangular shaped divide
where the road branches off into two
both going in the same direction
uptown
one to east side and one to the west
leaning forward
torward the oncoming traffic
he holds a weathered book in his hands
his breath makes strange shapes in the air
clouds
that hover for a moment
before being swooshed away by the hordes of cars flying by
there is no anger
serenity on a freezing concrete
and palpable belief
he paces back and forth
eyes shut tight
then wide open
the shut tight again

i'm transfixed
i wish it were simply
fixed

Monday, May 10, 2010

the machine

and when i only speak so that you can answer
i know that i love you more than i could ever imagine
more than i could hope to express
only to clench my fists and make a guttural sound
something animal
something primal
something
bordering on painful

Saturday, May 8, 2010

it began with a single heartbeat
i wish i could say i knew
but sitting there
then
i knew that i didnt
know