A grating peace goes on and
on in their tacet alcove
He sharpens his tools
readying her for the news
She folds down her sheets and
sheds animosity like lace
pillaging her adolescent mind
in pursuit of an awkward pause
Then her anger is like nothing he
has known in days past, a bloody
yearning, a spade that digs a
grave for her simple childhood
Class is over, all their learning
scrubbed clean by dripping day
dimpled with divine uncertainty
and hastily set afire
I mutter I love you again
again, until it means nothing
and in the whitewashed solitude
my sounds scatter like gravel
30 September 2009
Counting Odometer
He saddled a bowl on his
head, hoping to drown
though perhaps the
pocket will sustain him
in willful defiance of
this thriving distance,
which across
dimensions shall
snuff his flowering
ability to sow
caresses from between
pinched digits, rough
and tumble like the
muddy soles
he walks upon
One cannot run
thirteen hundred
miles alone
16 September 2009
head, hoping to drown
though perhaps the
pocket will sustain him
in willful defiance of
this thriving distance,
which across
dimensions shall
snuff his flowering
ability to sow
caresses from between
pinched digits, rough
and tumble like the
muddy soles
he walks upon
One cannot run
thirteen hundred
miles alone
16 September 2009
Rant or Fail
Lilt unto the newest drop of
dew, or the cutthroat crest of
each stroke, every sigh, or
sight, diluted by substance
unknown and familiar still
Breathe sunken fumes into my
greyest thought, so I may
always be perceived as a
scaffold, a squeaky splint, or an
ever-loving sister to bendable art
We believe in the power of magma
magnified and multiplying in
secret, scuttling beneath the
starriest twilight and unsettled
day, ridden with fears unseen,
mottled with this moment's greed
You kill companions fraught with
joy, trumpeting their thoughts
on a windy day in the park where
proper nouns are gone away and
typos bark with creativity in
spite of every vicious warning
3 September 2009
dew, or the cutthroat crest of
each stroke, every sigh, or
sight, diluted by substance
unknown and familiar still
Breathe sunken fumes into my
greyest thought, so I may
always be perceived as a
scaffold, a squeaky splint, or an
ever-loving sister to bendable art
We believe in the power of magma
magnified and multiplying in
secret, scuttling beneath the
starriest twilight and unsettled
day, ridden with fears unseen,
mottled with this moment's greed
You kill companions fraught with
joy, trumpeting their thoughts
on a windy day in the park where
proper nouns are gone away and
typos bark with creativity in
spite of every vicious warning
3 September 2009
Panther Lies
No matter the time, this darkness
renews itself each vaporous eve,
an obsidian flower carved in the
midst of battle, where peace has
no home and silence is perilous
Here she lay motionless, save her
tail, upholstered in ebony and as
unfeeling as her claws splintering
the branch supporting her
panther belly and lonesome mind
The pine, sturdy under her
feline weight, is displaced from
some jungle, and she could snarl
rip into him, or bleed saline but
alternately she blinks and sighs
Though liberated, she is contained
by a velvet coat that leaves her
panting for the facts, and she clings
to the rusting needles under her
fleshy paws tattooed with pain
She, fierce and quite necessary with
colorless eyes, graciously sought
him under a new moon, here
where the wildest cat roars and
nobody cares to see
15 September 2009
renews itself each vaporous eve,
an obsidian flower carved in the
midst of battle, where peace has
no home and silence is perilous
Here she lay motionless, save her
tail, upholstered in ebony and as
unfeeling as her claws splintering
the branch supporting her
panther belly and lonesome mind
The pine, sturdy under her
feline weight, is displaced from
some jungle, and she could snarl
rip into him, or bleed saline but
alternately she blinks and sighs
Though liberated, she is contained
by a velvet coat that leaves her
panting for the facts, and she clings
to the rusting needles under her
fleshy paws tattooed with pain
She, fierce and quite necessary with
colorless eyes, graciously sought
him under a new moon, here
where the wildest cat roars and
nobody cares to see
15 September 2009
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