sans peyote tea
living in the white space
Friday, November 23, 2012
feast
calm cool ease
we did feast;
it felt
like a thousand times deja veux
yet in a heart beat
we had never met
for you I was
For you
I was
soft
and gentle;
a part
of me
I had not
loved.
Dust lightly
brushed
away;
I shined.
the hours
losing track of time;
she meant to be writing
instead were she academic-ing
shards of her belaboring
the hours
the days
the years
to be returned without receipt
not yet knowing
goat whispers
to lead her on;
she
is a two-date girl
who gets lost
in the not yet knowing
Saturday, March 17, 2012
cocooned
Morning,
sky bright, cocooned
in the eye of the storm
driving North into a deep
gray hue; gray
like that day, like your leaving.
Ten years
Since I killed you; finally
I have learned to live.
Saturday, March 10, 2012
dream visions
fever
I close my eyes
and turn the doors
louder, I
sway the vertigo
like a
slow. rag. doll.
weightless, I
sweat visions from pores
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