hospital corners
Category: Writing and Poetry

dolls and clocks
turn. eat up
taffeta minutes.

hours sway. wait
ing for the next
cab. cry. city

sky
line.

sort ing

shapes.
voices.
threats.

the end of
the night is
tucked in,

hospital
corners.

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lost and found
Category: Writing and Poetry

i never thought i'd feel
forever again. it's a big

blue book weighing
down this stack

of
beautiful.

butter cream
books. i am

grounded again
and my self. the

flying was
in delible;

even the
falling. but

i could only go
so far before i

circled and
realized

i'd been this
way before.

12:46 PM - 7 Comments - 10 Kudos - Add Comment

serendipity
Category: Writing and Poetry

as i was glancing over my page this morning, i realized that my last five poems are a poem in themselves:

is it possible?
how we forget
the galloping stars
and the greatest of these
seven years.

i love serendipity.

12:38 PM - 3 Comments - 10 Kudos - Add Comment

is it possible
Category: Writing and Poetry

is it possible
that you are
both my
drug and
anti
drug

is it possible
that your eyes
are chandeliers
to another dance
hall

bouncing round
another room

is it possible
that i am both
light and heavy

that i am
bouncing round
another room

is it possible that
we were
paper lanterns

bouncing
round

bouncing
round

bouncing
round
the room

7:45 PM - 14 Comments - 28 Kudos - Add Comment

how we forget
Category: Writing and Poetry

here we are in our
sequestered sym
metry. how we forget
to laugh. tall buildings
seep promises to those
who listen. round orange
moons circle and circle
and circle. how we forget
to see this stand off
ish trinity. a truncated
self waits in the car. a
side tracked liasion
pushes buttons. how
we forget to re
member the future.

12:36 PM - 12 Comments - 34 Kudos - Add Comment

the galloping stars
Category: Writing and Poetry

we climb the hill
for our biennial

gazing. the galloping
stars are mining for

gods. in our vestibule
of beauty and fury we

cross our arms and
legs and implode.

1:06 PM - 14 Comments - 36 Kudos - Add Comment

and the greatest of these
Category: Writing and Poetry

the biggest word in the english language.

in every language.

we spend our lives in pursuit of it – of its meaning,

its requirements, reciprocities, relinquishments.

the ultimate, unattainable pinnacle of existence.

like god.

like self less ness.

faith, hope, love;

and the greatest of these is

love.

all encompassing.

all forgiving.

all hands on deck.

10:04 PM - 16 Comments - 30 Kudos - Add Comment

seven years
Category: Writing and Poetry

the cells are perched on poignant
points: rest less. eager. longing.

the space is lucid morphing:
modular. modest multi

plying. the real dance:
climbing, twisting,

threading, vining. a sledge
on full tilt, pining.

5:02 PM - 10 Comments - 22 Kudos - Add Comment

half life
Category: Writing and Poetry

half life
shelf life
real life
blank life

walk a mile down
this starred wife

studded
scarred
scared
floored

moored in
aqua strife

an open field life
a many doored life

a fold ed
knife

9:41 PM - 10 Comments - 26 Kudos - Add Comment

story of a life
Category: Writing and Poetry

too many years, not enough
instinct, not enough flat-rate
move ment. (machines sliding
in spartan synchro nicity: a

well-oiled hate. diagonally
striking under shells of
steel black wolf. jaws un
dulating. a reverse archi

tecture of words. a bronze
lincoln clavicle staring back
with lies.) the narration, a
strong wind pushing. cliff by

cliff. year by year. chasing
waves and spears and loops of
blood. an audience, an elixir, a
sounding battle axe pulled taut

across acres

by the hand of a god. there
you find your voice: if true,
it goes forth to heal, to hoist,
to slash, to annihilate. how

long will you wait? how long will
you not perform this magic?

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