March 11 2012

There was a bluebird
who flew through a hole
in the wall of a quiet
white house.
The family who lived there
heard not a sound
not a chirp
from the blue bird
so sweet and alone.
The years passed by
like a swift soft breeze
and she slowly forgot
where the tiny hole was
but it did not
bother her.
The blue bird nested
against a white wall
in the endless dark
in the shadows
of the house,
so sweet and
alone.

aug 14

what a beautiful face
in a crowd
or any place
like her own
all eyes are wide
veering after her
sun-laced allure
what a beautiful face
wherever she goes
she is faultless
blessed
she is "the one"
or she is less
a work of art
her perfect features
spin the world
what a beautiful face
her eyes are open
inherently obedient
to life's decree
the simple truth
all is beauty
and nothing more
what a beautiful, beautiful face

aug 12

I feel as though
my life has been so steady and even
and things have changed sufferably
and I've watched as people and places
like phantoms
have quietly come and gone.
But you see
they've never really left behind
any irrevocable odds
no explicit ends
no aura of helplessness or solitude
until now.
I'm finding that my world is no longer
the way it was.
It has begun to fracture and break
and reshape itself beneath me
all around me
leaving rifts in places
that were so recently pristine and whole.

jul 23

the doorbell rings
resonates off of the dark walls
like the inside of a silent cave
step inside
and breath you in
with the television flickering
fading in the back
the soft light upon your cheeks
on and off and black and white
until the clock strikes
and you are gone
as though you never came

jul 17

Dark deep black
arms
hug and hold me
distantly
Your eyes glitter
from afar
seeing feeling pushing
through me
Beckon and soothe
my humming mind
with your sweet
violins
of night

jul 14

it is past 5 in the evening
and the orange sun and the trees and the cicadas
cut through the blinds beside my bed.
I thought I had shut them tight enough.
the ceiling fan whispers silently
rhythmically
above my head
as my eyes flutter in and out of sleep
and I become lost beneath the sheets and the blankets
like a shell on the beach
becomes lost beneath the sand and the water,
completely engulfed
soundless and faint.
the orange sunlight ripples over me
as I sink
and sink
and sink.