Monthly Archives: April 2016

Breathe

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Some days, I’ve inhaled boulders,

Expelled sand-dunes at every breath,

Created desserts full of anagrams,

Formed beaches; of enormous breadth.

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Timekeepers

 

 

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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)

Dark hoto of the sky at night

 

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

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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

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The boundless

Seeping

In old folklore

 

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A drawn boy walking in a bubble

 

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.