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...
Aug 27th
[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...
Aug 24th
ListenAn excerpt from The Longest Poem in the World ...
Aug 20th
Aug 17th
[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
Aug 3rd
[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...
Aug 3rd
[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...
Aug 3rd