Storm and Punishment

November 6, 2009

The storm’s last words
are a rumbling retreat,
It’s flashing anger
burning where the earth and sky meet.

It’s only crime, paid in full
leaving behind, sodden soil.


Scars

November 3, 2009

I wouldn’t be interested in a woman without scars
scars are proof that life is worth living
and wounds will heal.
Scars are beauty meets toughness
and toughness is made of her soul,
scars can be read like a map
pointing to each characteristic of herself
leading the way to who she really is.
Read like a history book they can tell her story
without words they can speak
but I’m sure she’d rather tell me.


You Are the Tiger of My Dreams

October 23, 2009

In my dreams
waits a tiger,
so I sleep scared
when I sleep at all.

I hear twigs break
and clandestine footfalls
where maybe
there was nothing at all.


The Dying Tree

October 19, 2009

Just a mental projection
over a physical reality,
what it is to be
no one could ever tell me.
I am living and breathing
blood and flesh,
but I am something more
as well,
terminal, and yet endless.
Forever bound to a dying tree,
I am a leaf
longing for eternity.


In My Deep, Deep Heart

October 15, 2009

In my deep, deep heart
Somewhere down there isĀ  a hole
It ne’er stays very full.


Seal the Deal

October 9, 2009

Try to seal the deal
this time, try to make it count.
Make a move. Try hard.


There’s Nothing

October 8, 2009

There’s nothing in my head
that wouldn’t fit on a platter,

There’s nothing I’ve said
that I couldn’t have said better,

There’s nothing in my chest
that holds any magic,

There’s nothing in my soul
if there was you could have it,

There’s nothing in my liver
where the ancients saw life,

There’s nothing in my ear
save the devil’s advice,

There’s nothing in my smile
but teeth and lips,

There’s nothing in my eyes
but a fleeting glimpse,

There’s nothing in my hands
but knuckles and scars,

There’s nothing in my dreams
but empty desires,

There’s nothing to me
but tissue and bone,

There’s nothing to be
save Being alone.


Slave

October 6, 2009

Love is in its mood
where it controls what I do
I am a servant.


Paint

October 6, 2009

Creation always
resembles its creator
I paint only grays.


Swim

October 6, 2009

Getting in deeper
sinking feet, swirling water
undertow current.