Sunday, January 31, 2010
I am taking simple joy
and grinding it down
to a fine glass; said filaments
to be inhaled by orphans in any
number of undisclosed nations,
as per contract, etc., etc.
I am part of a massive
clean-up initiative that forgot
to inform its’ center.
I’m dusting for prints, forgive
the forensic evidence.
I feel like I’m meeting you
for the first time. When I say
you, I mean me. If guilt
were as old as dust, my hand
would be everywhere…
at 8:44 PM
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Your silence was golden,
but below market value.
I seized upon it, anyway,
with a miser’s gnarled heart,
alight in the knowledge that
what I possessed left everyone
else with a little bit less.
Did you just say something?
Damn. That depreciates the sum
total; every word eating away
at my unspoken stockpile.
I beg of you, keep your thoughts
to yourself. If less is more, think
how much more even less would be…
at 6:36 PM
Monday, January 18, 2010
THE FALLEN SNOW KINGS…
…fall at my door, the sun’s gold forehead
shows in the slow, gristled thaw, the mining
of grit from this boundless blank arithmetic.
Faces fall at my door, swollen with echoes.
I choose not to step outside, to let winter’s cull
at 10:10 PM
Sunday, January 10, 2010
From sorrow’s throne, a smile
was made, this rictus split open
like fruit prone before the blade,
scattering the seeds’ teeth,
signaling the easiest breach,
the damp, blank earth still unbroken.
We will say what we have to say,
we will curse this ground to its’ marrow.
We will claim these ruins fallen and gone,
but never that we are its’ bastard young.
at 9:25 PM
Saturday, January 2, 2010
“Sympathetic magic,” he called it,
to bring the boughs into the house
to ward off winter’s touch
with dried sap and green
limbs cut. He sees the light
turn to green, and turns into
the mall parking lot.
at 7:32 PM