always a cost to carry –
question cargo
think of hull
pushing
out boat’s
bottom
of coal extinguished
on tracks
boxcars
slowing
of removed change
disconnected
pressing
elsewhere
Monthly Archives: August 2013
red line
. . . and
For those dreams
Which were had there
Which are none too dissimilar
From those dreams
Which were had here
,
Those dreams
That remain into the summer
After the spring
Which birthed them
,
Those dreams
Are d(r)ying In the sun
.
Deferred
.
Distilled!
White tea
open
enter water
cast Self
out for stillness
.be reduced.
a victim
fallen
for
serenity
Drowned By Story/Letters to No One
Where is authenticity? Nervousness can change any positive to a negative – just you watch.
* * *
Odd isn’t it, a fear of aging but a desire to die before becoming old?
* * *
Today, yesterday and tomorrow have nothing in common. Even your own particles change constantly – possibly even drastically.
God is language. Communication among the quarks.
* * *
Everything is based upon the terrain wherein it resides. Failure is subject to a vantage point.
“Good and evil are so monstrously mixed up in man.” Dostoevsky
* * *
Divided. Insufficiently surrounded; naked and captive as the mouse stuck on trap seeing its opening but unable to remove its fur from the glue. A loss could be worth it. The first sacrifice should be what? Morals over mortality. Isolate. Cleave. Glory always fades. Luck is a creation and myth built on love’s lack of stability.
Man is in translation to be given to next generation. How archaic we are – war and catechism. Fashion and false fascism preached on TV. And so further down the canyon goes til it conquers the core itself.
But beauty is the sole survivor, sad as it is. The monster falls to it. Yet, not the awe of worthless paintings. No, not the strummings. Only in nature and in humans. A certain curvature . . . Cling to this. It is all that remains day into day.
Misful Wishtake
from there on in
the coming is rough
above all illuminations
of a doubt
on river of moonbeams
countdown of worries
too much
to know where to begin
largest numbers
return to zero
* * *
even weak storms
are missed
in droughts
* * *
wishes take form
from mutiny
at heart
* * *
mistakes
always seem
to go
before corrections
are understood
* * *
over thrown
kingdoms
of nervous mirrors
over rested
children
kissing first time
dark
and created
under daylight’s
eye
* * *
started ravenous
waves
ate ancient
saved modern
for tomorrow
held distance
in shadows
of nets
* * *
shallow lids
did best
they could
to shield vision
from feeling
second best
* * *
fugitive peeks rose to occasion
took mission
as destiny
* * *
conscious
attacked
itself
* * *
truth
was turned down
but truth
takes life
in stride
sees rejection
as its favorite
outfit
* * *
whispers tried not to
but cut through sleep
offset any sense
of a cure
* * *
brooding
began
when
the missing did
* * *
wish
took up
sentry
over breakfast
* * *
liberty
misplaced
wingspan
* * *
eager transformation
-sigh-
another weekend
* * *
neon gave signs
lessons in youth
and age
took out for a date
mistake
* * *
impatience
persisted
for serendipity
hoped in
jitters
prayed
in fashion
of moping
* * *
sublime
moments
remove
sails amiss
* * *
waking brings mist
* * *
full winds enter
wingspan
found
freedom
possible
matures
* * *
swift
close to dingy
filth
of sunlight
refused
welcome
heavy dust
of silence
fixes
at-hand world
overturns
with sleight
in mind
language
thawed
(originally posted on altpoetics.wordpress.com)
Walking Was Necessity
Never understood boys
dreaming of
boxcars
While being in love with the sound of subways.
The ferry was a first choice
to kill a day
But those aren’t the ships
one uses to get faraway.
Planes were a distraction
from fantasy.
BEST USED IS TYPEFACE
Polite as a policy
is failed honesty
best used in typeface
Where lies false hope laid over
optimistic time
better spent
sleeping in past
the rising skepticism of the moment.
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