800 meters

How is it my flesh has bleed into the earthThe numbered sign on the algorithmLess than less thenAdvertising glitching on hangnailsAs static as well groomed beardsMeasuring predictability like seagulls at restBut with harpoons and the great white, Nets and boats on the coastal deposits of Comfort and distractionPages passing time, recording timeImpressing an image ofContinue reading “800 meters”

Sunrise, sunset

Hot cement days blasting AC ventsIn corporate corridorsNot a trace of lingering dust In the pristine white ugly form, beautiful because a man said so;Mornings barely brokenCrescent sun meeting blueStars bearily hang to the clothesline And it’s so lonely to meet the sky asleep;Bowed head and broken filter, Water-cooler talks and brisk gossipTo fill theContinue reading “Sunrise, sunset”

Give me a tally

Tally marks beside the gate Bleeding gems of poppy,  Advertise neon-green signs Blinding the snaking roads cradling towers Spiraling into the peerless sky Where black coffee drinking thugs Lose their gaze on the mirror glass,  Where thousand dollar latte artists draw the tallies; Cracked sidewalks forget to exist the further they run, Third eye entitiesContinue reading “Give me a tally”

The witch in the home

Angels trapped at home, Laced edges of treasure boxes peeled off Layered like pressed flowers,  Floating like dove wings into the bright light, Mind in abyss, Body in abyss,  Soul tied to anvil wiling away Whittling figures that stand on stilted perches, Watching and wondering over the snow blankets To hold all her dreams forContinue reading “The witch in the home”

Wind in the sea instead of the sky

The trail is long From where your ancestor stepped before mine, And meters marked on the stone-cliffed walls Shores broken and scattered locked hearts, Hearts to never be unlocked in piss-filled corpses; Mother’s tears caught in the wind storm Like the clouds that whisper sweet London fog and colony muddied and deep In the carnageContinue reading “Wind in the sea instead of the sky”

Spaces, places, and unspoken definitions

What are you? I mean The slurred stars gathered at the horizon Or the papers shuttered closed,  Between window seal and gray doors Hidden waterfalls, a delicate surprise Balanced on top of memory; Words and thoughts,  Being and unbeing Split here and there, With nowhere to go; Am I the words you hear, The sightsContinue reading “Spaces, places, and unspoken definitions”

Paradise Falls

Stars rest on the tight lid of paradise Rising and sinking with eons of light; Drinking the soothing words of love Tasting of blooming roses and hues of blue; To shine through the invisible layer of heavens Stacked high past the cumulus clouds Settling viridian and clementine where the sky meets; Feeling for a momentContinue reading “Paradise Falls”

An Envelope full of half-written memoirs

When no one protects you I was given strong words too young.  “I hate you,” spit between the thin lips of my aunt, whose blown pupils delighted the car ride between towns with absurd humiliation.  Hills passed in the window behind her, fading in and out of shadow paths cast by the setting sun. HerContinue reading “An Envelope full of half-written memoirs”