January 28, 2009

why collect my thoughts when they are more naturally random and scattered?
why clean when messy is a baser trait of things? 
why organize?
why sort?
why question?

An American Shadow

January 27, 2009

An American shadow
in the land of no rain,
we’re the makers of widows
and the fillers of graves;
Freedom is a heavy coin
no matter how much it is praised.

The End of the World

January 26, 2009

the sky never fell,
it was brought down
by industry,
horizons were drawn in
and futures were ended,
the infinities of heaven and hell
were restricted 
to the confines of science,
but soon science itself collapsed into void.
the individual became small
and afraid
as the mass grew
malignant and blind.

Opposite of the Ocean

January 24, 2009

i am not tall enough to see the whole world
so i imagine that opposite me of the oceans
lives a world like mine where there are others 
who have naught but to wonder about oceans

Truth and Faith

January 23, 2009

there is no truth,
only belief.
there is no knowledge,
only faith.

The Few Ephemeral Hours

January 22, 2009

The few ephemeral hours
so immeasurably small,
will always be valued
above the eternal.

Lover’s Coins

January 22, 2009

A Lover is paid with a different coin –
a twinkling eye
a coy glance
holding, gently, of hands.


January 14, 2009

How love tangles
and knots until we struggle to breathe!
What glue keeps love in our hearts,
so that all attempts to pry it from its place
fail, or indeed strengthen its bond?


January 14, 2009

Is truth preferable to a lie?
perhaps not.
I love you, she lies.
And he is lying, too,
although he doesn’t yet know.
Is life preferable to Death?
who can tell?
You will have each only once
and each in its turn.
The greater of the two
we will yet learn.

Sleepy Hill

January 14, 2009

There, on the shadiest knob
of that giant hill, sleeps my attention,
but i don’t wake it.
some ways closer to the bottom
lies ambition.