Monday, March 16, 2015

Windsong


Your hair barely grazed 
The wild flowering almond 

In your passing and already 
The air sweeping through 

The meadow’s redolent
With bitter fare-thee-wells. 




Saturday, March 14, 2015

Tandem Limbo


Help me get to wherever it is 
I’m going, I’ll help you 

Get back to wherever it is 
You’re going along, too. 








Tuesday, March 10, 2015

Black Hair, White Space, Gray Matter


That space between your ears remains 
Shockingly grotesque, revealing 
A gross lack of fantasy in shucking it— 
Do not wonder then how it was all 
Those sheaves of corny poems you wrote 
And kept turning over in your mind 
That turned your hair white overnight. 




Friday, March 6, 2015

In-between Poetic Tracts


As the words retract, 
The gaps keep stretching 

Out longer, till one day 
Down in the lower 40 

Of your mind, 
There’s just one 

Endless gap left,
Tilling away. 

Monday, March 2, 2015

Transparency, As in Projection


You’ve barely scratched the surface 
Under the volcano 

And already you think 
Your mind’s made of obsidian. 





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