Sunday, August 31, 2008
Thirst follows no tunnels, no maps. Thirst is a harrowed arithmetic, stuttered and freeze-framed.
Thirst is the snake swallowing itself
and we are the pilgrims shedding
a burnt offering, a chastened ember
to glow upon the bed of the tongue
and make stronger.
Thirst is the last word
gone up in flame, easy kindling.
Thirst is a release when nothing is left. Thirst is the dotted line
when you have no name to give.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
A mosaic of shattered interfaces!
A being of pure appetite seeking its'
sutured center! A time we said
we were wasting; broken down
to seismic plates and the approximation
of a smile…a billboard, redundant,
leaving off the details of that last mile…
Monday, August 11, 2008
Megalopolis lives inside me! I give forth
a still-born shaken by shame!!
I am a be-all of the end-all
that is currently wrapping up, I am an after-thought, a refrain.
I am everything in a cup I thought
I could drink, I’m empty.
I’m a city, start again…