Some days, I’ve inhaled boulders,
Expelled sand-dunes at every breath,
Created desserts full of anagrams,
Formed beaches; of enormous breadth.
Monthly Archives: April 2016
Timekeepers
Behind
The intensity of wake turbulence
The sucking energy of undertow
In the midst
Of trembling heat-haze
Sandwiched
Between ever-decreasing circles
Before
An echo followed
By a future muted echo
And delay is breeding its alarm
People bugs
Engulfed and entwined
Contained and compressed
In webs of self-inflicted time
Spun
By manmade life
–
Night (darker, longer)
Deep in the night
You’re living your life lonely
Strung out before the dawn
Standing in the lounge
Silent
Motionless
Dumb
Rush blended
On palette
Many shades of night
Exhausted by being awake
And self-consciously
More awake than ever necessary
Overcome by the nocturnal
But sleep is somewhere
Someplace
Misplaced
Lone
Temporarily in common with
You
The Very Young
The water rushes in
As an irresistable force
Towards distant twinkling lights
There
Miniature soldiers
Talk amongst each other
And their glow bugs
Sleep flying
Over and on crumbly cake ramparts
So overlooked
By a hovering fluoresent luna
Showering its moonbeams
While particular water
Lick sandcastles
Fragile upon themselves
With amateurish foundations
And so it’s true!
By children they are best made
They so do implore
The Little
Are softly strengthening
Tatty-bent-books
The boundless
Seeping
In old folklore
Adversatising
Please read this now!
It’s irrelevant; void,
As of now; by the end of today.
In the t’s and c’s;
Near the end; in invisible print…
(somewhere here),
Can you see?
It should say!
Nothing
Half-a-pence
Of nonsense
And a teardrop
Of morose
Slow drowned
With canned
Laughter
And nothing
Comes close
Daydreamer Setting555999
I notice that you’re a dreamer
That you continue to stand there,
With Sir Polar Bear;
Engulfed in its colossal shadow,
And I can see that you know,
That I know
That you know this too.
It seems you can be forever surrounded,
By an endless sea of molten metals
Your mysterious lands;
Crumbling,
Decomposing with rust;
Endlessly being anchored –
By your hidden flamboyance
Always to be taken –
By complex science
To a certain past
And a future lost.
I Eat Let.ers 