Tag Archives: words

Poems, Questions & Prayers

12 Jul

Is there a deeper
resounding truth?
My electric flute
sense seems to
say yes.

My womb introspection
of strange fairytales and
falling curtains full of
sparks brings on a
delicate and almost
impercetible fatigue.

A bottomless confusion
is born within me brought
on by pattern intoxication.
Staring at paintings by old
Dutch masters arouse a
deep and often hidden
silence which dissolves
almost instantly in water.

I am left with a voracious
fantasy emptied of all
hunger and left with an
acute thirst.

I am stagnation brought
to life. Trembling under
the caresses in a garden
of always savage flowers.
My suffering becomes

My ecstacy one of rusty
flesh like a leaf floating
that is suddenly sunk
by a piano tongue
under stainedglass moons.

I stand here raising my
hands to the sky
for pure absolution
polishing the hibernating
jewels in my mind.

I look into a mirror
labyrinth, and cerebral
fires burn bright
forming constellations
of words and spaces
in between them.
For now I am done.

Note: this poem about poetry was written based on prompting at dVerse- the Poet’s Pub

Please Say We Aren’t Done Yet

8 Sep

Transplants performed in hospitals
hospitals where love is not
considered carcinogenic.

She looked parched and
she bit her lip-
moving under my hands.

Her eyes winking and
lacquered toes and
butterfly fingers.

A whisper,
a smile, and
a laugh.

I plucked a bud off
a sweet shrub near
at hand.

An English dictionary,
a small tin container, and
a light?

Your burial of my

These words that you speak
to everyone are laughingstocks
to each different sort of person.

And every wound I’ve made could
heal. The wounds you raved over

Your voice given over to
echoes in my

… Naturally it tickled
against my ankle- don’t know
what made me think of it.

Oh, the northward trek I do
embrace, and you speak of
tinny embraces under the
hunger moon.