Sunday, February 27, 2011

Stalactites

Stingy and grinning, ready for sinning
Try to resist but they cannot do bidding
Deep chestnut spirals that curl to a point
Eroding fibers that feed down to sand
Not ones to greet, they do more than annoy
They crunch through my shoes and strip them to strands
A stab to my foot like a spike in my vein
And I don't even feel the need to complain



Too Deep To Drown

Saturday, February 26, 2011

The Leaves and the Clouds

But the leaves of the forest
All sprinkled with gold
Don't need to remember
The clouds that unfold

The clouds, they won't care
They won't even complain
They unfold so slowly
Just to stay insane


Too Deep To Drown

Friday, February 25, 2011

Innocence At Heart

Brushing past old endeavors
Stopping at the traffic lights
Gazing past education, once
longed for in isolation
Extending connections to
Stationary feelings
An innocence at heart
Beating ignorance from the start
Bleeding intellect, falling apart

Thursday, February 24, 2011

The Return

A letter of desperation
With no signature of regret
Sitting on my step
Sitting on my step
Asking for my function, yet
Let me spin you back to memory
Set the clocks undo their gems

Fragrance lifted in the air
Anger drifts back into your hair





Too Deep To Drown

Walls and Weeping

Into the wall,
No chance of brakes, the impact calls
The heavy concrete of the base
Lays beside me as I weep

Grooves that spiral down the wall
Patterns there to make the calls
So sturdy as my inner base
A trace of guilt will help me weep

Imprints etched in to a wall
The phone rings but no one calls
From here I cannot see my base
Don't listen to my voice, for I weep




Too Deep To Drown

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

The Hissing Light II

A crunching knock above my roof
Stamps its print into my mood
A winding moat welcomes me home
And growling brings me to my castle

Finding clams beneath the dirt
I understand for what it's worth
Another oyster for each pearl
Another time to let them unfurl

Unwind the tether from the stake
Let the vultures make their escape
Free the monkey by its tail
Release the horses from their hooves

Stampede through forests under mounds
lift to the sky and feed the hounds
Say goodbye to lessons learned
So you won't be the one to get burned

Wrinkles in the sheet

Wrinkles in the sheet, I see
Spread across the silken surface
Pressed up into knotty veins
Squeezed too close, in binding strains
Fibers woven by all means
Making crossroads at the seams
The folding layers trap most heat
Glazing warmth that cradles dreams
And as the bedspread finds its pieces
the wrinkly sheet keeps its creases




Too Deep To Drown

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Slopes

Gondolas climb up the mountain of snow
And tread through the gusts of pale ashy frost
The mass of the hill moves as slow
As a heap of landfill with meaning lost
The frosty smolder of the ground,
rising spirits off the mound
The slopes, trespassing to its edges
Bring curling falls right onto ledges
And when I slide I trickle off
Until I land on something soft





Too Deep To Drown

Monday, February 14, 2011

The Serpent's Tongue

Teeth clenched tight on this misty day
Hold my head low and I start to drift away
Slither to a cave, abandoned long before the elderly snored
Rustle through the grass past pale zig-zag antelope bones
The anguish of my venom as I shoot my tongue
The dart of my fangs and the luster of mud
Prongs that I cast out everyday
Puncture the ground and shake my face
The milky chalk of the dirt I taste
Quakes the earth of my soul
And eases my hate




Too deep to drown

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Jake

I never thought I'd leave this place
I didn't think a trail would follow
But footsteps trace my every move,
A hollow path of paces skewed

It aches me through this dirty wreck
I kick up dust along my trek
The dust uplifted speck by speck
Won't settle near, but on my neck

For now I carry onward still
Hoping soon to end this hill
A patch of reason on my side
Tells me soon come crashing tides

The winding road I longed to see
Never came and will never be
The breath of life I hoped to share
Never filled my lungs with air

And so this path comes to an end,
But where I stop is no dead-end
I never thought my trail would reach
But now it brings me to the beach





Too Deep To Drown

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Bedtime

I haven’t had the time to think
I need another minute to keep thinking
But soon I’ll start to settle in
And all these thoughts will start to fade translucent

Eyes quite closed and body hushed
The quiet blanket soft as mush
Daily burdens gone away
And dreams unpeel here as I lay

With each toss and turn i dodge
And try to block the things that smog
The darkness glows through eyelids clenched
The air, it rustles a windy stench

Unless i find a silent spot
or think of something i forgot
All the sleep that i desired
will not come unless I'm tired

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Out Of Place

The twisting clown with lipstick smeared
Spoke dripping words for those he feared

He said “You come to watch me flop,
But here I stand upon this plot

Not wishing to receive a clap
With hissing sneers and roaring laughs”

And as a hymn rose from the ground
The surface shook without a sound


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When the quake had ceased to shake
The clown’s reactions all seemed fake

He peeled off his polka-dot gloves
And out of place he released three doves

Eager to finish each of his tricks
He started to raise all his fingertips

And as a hymn began to rise
He quickly realized to his great surprise




What was keeping him down and had been aching for a while
Was the frown on his face he’d mistaken for a smile