June 11, 2007 - Monday

in the next moment

As I lay naked
prostrate to the world
core broken
but on the mend
a new day dawns
and I aspire
to reach, to ascend.



June 10, 2007 - Sunday

in the momemt

in this time and place
there is no morrow
nor no yester eve
there is only madness
and soft soliloquy



June 8, 2007 - Friday

on the otherside

On the otherside
he will greetme
light
an'energy
we will spark
an'trail
hand
an'hand
across the 'verse
leaving comets
in our wake;
my older brother
who is younger
thanI
we willdance
an'make
whole planetsshake.



June 7, 2007 - Thursday

cold flesh blue

in the midst of /madness
I tread
the water /cold
flesh blue like /silence
deep is the unknown



June 3, 2007 - Sunday

streak the unraveling

In the absence of flesh
I may just come undone
and streak the unraveling
about the 'verse
to catch in the wind
on a wayward line,
little heart left to dissipate
and wither on the vine.


mam ate molasses with butter and bread

Every now and then
I'll buy that soft white bread
melt my butter just to soft
drizzle it with molasses
honey, maple or sorghum
then tear my bread
one bite at a time and sop
that goo like gravy
creamy and sweet
let it tease my tongue
all the while wishing
I ever had a youth.


if i blink slow

if I blink slow
will the world change
will I find myself
on the morrow
in a different dream



May 31, 2007 - Thursday

my husband once

last time we spent
so long tete a tete,
we spoke of greed
and selfishness
and how all those years with you
had undone all my goodness
how I finally broke

my core
to regain it

but I was young when we met
my youth had left
(if it had ever come)
my youth had left me

wanting
something
anything
akin to love
affection
attention
I was starved

this time we were at ease
and in friendship
parted gracefully

I would you know
I will always recall you
as my husband once

my husband



May 30, 2007 - Wednesday

radio star

In these last few years
I have discovered
far more about myself
than I wish to know,
far more about others.

Some people hope,
they place hope in me
and I fail them.
I failed my brother
when he fought to live;
I failed my lovers in
not meeting their ideals.

All too often,
when the unknown
becomes known
it loses luster, lacks.



May 29, 2007 - Tuesday

in the love i dreamed

I question
was it the beauty of us
or the beauty of me
as I came and came
and in the love I dreamed


with the leaving

one day
there came a fading away
and I knew
nine months couldn't hold you
but still
I struggle against my will
with the leaving


killed a bee

killed a bee
smashed the blinds all to hell
thought about blowing ten dollars on a whore
but I don't know any
not anymore