Sunday, April 27, 2008

just add water..

i summon, i will
all of it
but it's spilled milk,
nothing
though, it is something
i forgot to clean up
and
its scent
lingers


(now i place my fingers
gently
on the
medium of choice
the voice
i choose
to use
to emancipate my 'blues'
or some other sorry story
of some
wicked sick excuse)

*who falls in love
with
imagination, or a plaything,
or an answer never given,
a rhythm hidden,
a chain of
unparalleled events,
a sweet disaster
sitting on the fence,
or an
inappropriately dressed frog..?


(this
distraction from the lack
of ability to distract
leaves the burden of
action completely intact
and the last
reaction?
was not
based
on fact)

*this is who:
an illusionist, or an idiot,
or one who solves riddles,
a dancer,
a thrill seeker,
one who flirts with disaster,
or an
inappropriately dressed princess

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

just shut up.

i don't know
so i let go.

not even prying my fingers
off
the rope
this time,
they release
at once
with ease.

no 'come on',
or 'please'

my melodramatic fanatic
is tired
uninspired
she rests.

it's best

she whispers, 'i guess'

i turn to look
at her,
scowling
at her pouty, indignant face
she like the child denied candy
who i
desperately try
to send to

her room

make art out of it! stop making so much noise
and whining all the time,
my head is about to explode
from every little thing
you
want.


the girl won't let go

but i do

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

as it comes

foot
steps
coming
i hear
them
apprehensively
they
echo
off my
heart

i capture the
low tones
in my hands
cradle them
gently
into
sounds
let them out
my
throat

i peel
the high tones
off
of my heart
and slowly
carefully
smooth them on to
the most
sensitive
parts
of my skin

the echo
is almost
a sound
i believe in

into the view
of my downcast eyes
a pair
of
feet
come..

Friday, April 18, 2008

i made a mistake
in the spirit's wake
shackles
that
never
break

Thursday, April 17, 2008

clumsy.. i guess

ever woken up
to discover
an unmistakably
huge
dark
throbbing
bruise
on your body
and wondered
how or when the hell you could have fallen
that hard
and not noticed
or remembered?

Wednesday, April 16, 2008

to sea/see

i hit and miss
or barely exist
yet still
crawl out from
the cool shade
of some kiss
i desist

i make truth
out of dare
speak in tongues
dance in words
slip a sentence
in my pocket
i barely heard

crumpled and dog-eared
i pull it out now
stick it in a bottle
and send it out

gonna be okay

eyes don't close
i suppose
when the sight is seen
in the mind
no sleep for the blind
distress is again
and again
and again

too much

when one ventures into
fainthearted realities
of love
eclipsed by
unexplained stagnation
as a distractive motion
against deeper sickness
it's a sad night

everything is a disease now

it's not even blank, it feels black

i cower
and hide behind
rainbows
and then bitch that i can't see indigo, violet
find solace in that while it
lasts

terrified of me now
this girl wanders out into words
light, anyone
screams so loud you'd never hear

Tuesday, April 15, 2008

dizzy

i move
to
some sweet rhythm
or some
sick trance
either a joke
or a dance
with which i could not
rightfully rhyme
but may move
in time


i saunter over to
the other side of the room
approach the punchbowl
dread the punchline,
pull my punches


i usually like jokes
i usually take chances

and who
can explain
what this
spinning entranced
is

(there's an end to a song
there's a reason for dances)

step
forward
back
extend
retract

danced
spun
around
and if the joke is the ground

(i'll let go before you do)

you may be laughing,

but i'm dancing

so i guess i take my chances

squatter of the mind

wait.
wonder wander sit debate
think thoughts always unbroken unspoken
undone overdone simply
done
and who won

wonder, or wander?

sit wait waste squander
ear to the wall

something nothing standing tall
deliciously mouthed at the sky
like 'why', but soundless
and more sudden

talk sit live breathe speak i just
can't listen

shhh..

out of the
394872 words
clamoring to leave
my mouth
i am curious
which are about to
win

Monday, April 14, 2008

viole(n)t

i laughed
like i meant it
spent it
(the time)
being seven shades of real
and two feet to the left of 'feel'

i made
solemn vows
of silence
(for now)
allowed
nothing made of something out
not even
one
pout

there are
dots on my i's
crosses on my t's
(eyes full of 'please'
..but i'm not sure
whose
those are
so far)

Sunday, April 13, 2008

my mind?..

what i find
under a couch cushion
or behind a rock
or, in my pants pocket
in a constellation
in between the lines
or under the dirty laundry pile
in words not said
next to the milk
to the left of my last thought
somewhere before yesterday
under a leaf
peeking out of a smile
between 'oh' and 'well'
buried in the garden
under the shoots
behind the fridge
with mothballs and pennies

is never what i was looking for at the moment,
but usually something i was looking for before.

so

if i lose something else,
after i lost the first thing
shouldn't the first thing appear?

Friday, April 11, 2008

however, the plucking of petals shall not affect the verdict.

i am not iced
(i am.. noticed)
or sliced
though, variety is the spice..
'they'
say,

of wanton desire
i am no longer made

and without all the ingredients,

i fall flat
at high temperatures.


adventure may have been mentioned
in my last sentence
or two
but upon review,
grammatical
errors
were found

improper use of personal pronouns.

for me
to be
consumed
is a matter
of taste

when i offered a piece of me
it was an exclusive offer

though tasted
and had
i'm about to go bad
in this state

on this plate

i don't bake..

and 'you'

could not be
replaced
by
any
other
personal
pronoun

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

are we there yet

she
feels
the wind
at the beginning of her grin
a tiny little light
glows

no one
knows
for sure
about her, she's
impossibly
impatient

is
the time
right
yet
is it
is it...

she wants to
fly