April 12, 2009

The orbits of my eyes
twitch and di-alate,
the stars in my mind
nova and collapse,
sending their cosmic dust
sprawling across the vastness
of my newly vacant mind
inky and black
a velvet matte for the memory.
It would be a beautiful sight
if you had a view
from a distant place.

Option B

December 4, 2008

option b,
implode —
give up,
and in epic fashion