Monday, October 24, 2011

imprints from Rosewater

imprints from Rosewater
in the course of suspension
in the act of lowering
in the ritual that is burying

time becomes the staggered images
of someone else’s life, bleeding
frames over your bitter green.

everywhere you uncover
a double exposure;

the thought that you
have been them
have been caught

in a faultless Vonnegut jump
and broken over a Dali sunrise
to find Picasso reading the soft, wet
tea leaves in your evolving cup.

your fingers are pushing into
the clay of tomorrow’s dawn

remember me
call my name
one more time
define me
refine me
inter me

until the
  tock  ing
      tick  ing
hits the bedrock 
of unforgiv ing craft.

Friday, August 12, 2011

white noise from the world's stage

white noise from the world's stage

not remembering
the name of it
the title
the reward
the application
he puts it on
thinks it on
moves all his thoughts
to the place
that will be protected
he calls it
and it comes
to him alone
he speaks it
to any audience
that might find him
he waits
for the floods of winter
buries himself
in withered growth
an immersed rattle
she might return
this thought touching him
as a wisp of air
to his mouth
it keeps him alive
in the torpor of autumn
his heart
a geode
of undetected splendour
his future
an uncertain wish
of erosion
hoping that
a wild river
takes his words
to her ears

Thursday, July 28, 2011

any other road being the same

any other road being the same

outside a grainy wisdom,
the highway participates
in a penciled regression
between covers
yet to be found.

in Brando white,
there is a simple plan
under the guise
of eastern routes.

something spills from the head.

travels become
inked in the flesh.
Charley knew.

and Sal left his sweat
on the fortunate mile
that ended it all.