August 2009
7 posts
[poem] The Scrabble Day Trippers, 06.18.04
You hate to lose at Scrabble; especially the
way it loosens your resistance to loving me.
The interlaying of words is almost sexual: a
double letter French kiss, a triple word orgasm.
In the meantime of turns, you romanticize
the future through the context of our ocean
view: photography on Prince Edward Island
in a shack by a lighthouse. I, on the other
hand, am sentimental for the...
[new poem] Vague Fragrance Awakens, 08.07.09
Your vague fragrance awakens my amazement
Depths of breath warp the sleekness of your neck
So silent a song, I longingly guess
to what sweet whispers may slip from your lips
but only yet suggests
A response tempered by flinching reflex
in this fawning calm
A moment clear to harmonize
the subtle chorus resonating between us
Echoes through air, a web spun vibration
entangles our...
[Scribbles] a little nonsense poem, 08.03.09
Dip deep your oars in this here puddle
And yap your kayakkity yak yak in my ears
Judge not by a pier those diving into mirrors
Fiddlin’ and faddlin’ as they be dog paddlin’
‘Til all a shore who ain’t no moor
In this puddle the dipping is deep here
[Poem] Zeitgeber, 10.01.04
Zeitgeber
[an environmental agent or event (as the occurrence of light or dark)
that provides the stimulus setting or resetting a biological clock of
an organism]
You are an open flame to the wind
growing brighter in the darkening hour.
Blush at the compliment your wick has left you
to fight the forces of blind defiance
with only the strength of your true light.
Burn until there’s...
[Scribbles] poems in progress, 07.09
Pitfallen, glass lungs of panic
Skull deep in your quicksand eyes
Grasping for the roots of your lashes
A fist full of eyeliner
A foot hold in your tear duct
Bat and blink, a treacherous wink
The jewel of your ruins
The cursed treasure
….
Pitfallen, a living stone
Skull deep in her quicksand eyes
Grasping for errors, glass lungs shatter
A fist full of lashes, blinking
Choosing...