4/6/4
April 30, 2009
Bright strands of light
Piercing through the window
Warm against my skin
waiting is the hardest part
April 30, 2009
the days have turned into weeks
and still the call hasn’t come,
leaving us in limbo
with only unanswered questions
of who, where, when, how,
why won’t this change!
and so the waiting
turns into pacing,
and the pacing
turns into gnawing,
all of which i hide from you
putting on a strong face,
and never realizing that
you don’t need my strength,
only my trust.
Fire
April 29, 2009
It was evening when I built the fire
Kindled in twilight
Night dragging on a veil of shadows
Before morning rays shone through
Afternoon stretched its course
And with it came evening again
Where a fresh log and heavy exhale
Sprung forth smoldering embers
A Phoenix reignited to life
Flames licking at the cedar
the sea of awkwardness
April 29, 2009
sometimes i talk
only to fill the void,
lengthening with every moment
that a word is not said,
engulfing me
engulfing you
engulfing everyone,
swallowing us whole
and spitting us out
into a sea of awkwardness.
the problem of the self – insight on a sunny day
April 29, 2009
i was outside on the porch
taking in the sky with clear
eyes,
she comes out in my shirt
saying “pretty,
pretty boy”
and i go inside with
unfocused eyes
and stare at the broken
oven–and you will call me
after that,
and i will think i
know what you want,
and i will make a song about it,
and i will write about it,
and i will soon disappear.
Godspeed
April 29, 2009
in the electric air of
this early summer evening we
speak of what
will come to pass
while you’re away
and
wind chimes ring
hollow and low
filling the spaces
between our sad words
which we mask with laughter
in vain.
Terrifying to think otherwise.
April 29, 2009
Oh, what sweet peace of mind
to know that some of your friends
are in their beds, safely and soundly
sleeping.
Haiku
April 28, 2009
The clouds are overcast
A moist, sweet wind is blowing
Will it rain today?
rainbows
April 28, 2009
I SEE YOU IN MY DREAMS
IN PARIS OR FRANCE
IN A MAGICAL WONDERLAND
OR IN MY CAR
YOU LOOK ME IN THE EYE
AND TELL ME WE ARE ALONE
AND MY HEART ACCELERATES
AWARE OF THE SCIENCE BEHIND
RAINBOWS.
confusion
April 28, 2009
thoughts and theories
not of truth but concepts
you say you can say
but dont know how to say them
thoughts without words
do you think them?
Delivery Service.
April 27, 2009
It was a warm, clear morning.
I promise you that.
And the road was oh-so-nice
to drive over. Straight there.
Straight back. One donut shop
in between.
And the cargo delivered safely
And his mother notified.
And it was a warm, clear morning.
I promise you that.
Closer
April 26, 2009
Curling delicately along lines traced
By fingers
Burning sensations underneath skin
Less like satin but a breath
Trembling each hair
A whisper tickling inside ears
Where thought and touch coalesce
Into a fleeting acuity of godliness
Balling fists in lungs
An alien air that feels too innate
Incinerated by its detection
Clenching tightly to grasp
What only slips through sooner
reflections on childrens books 1
April 26, 2009
i know an old puppy who swallowed a guy
i dont know why he swallowed a guy
perhaps the humane society will come
and take him away and put him to sleep
through some sadly not altogether very
humane means such as a shot through
the leg that they claim is pain free but really
just paralyzes the puppy before the pain
sets in and causes early rigor mortis
but thats just a thought i dont know much
about what happens to old puppies who
swallow folks
in-re-flexion
April 26, 2009
flat paper edges on
paper cut fingers from
pulp of evergreen
seems oddly white under
my fingers
Saturday Morning Breakfast
April 25, 2009
elaborate preparations,
ritual like gone through,
all for the purpose
of delaying the inevitable,
perpetuating the magic,
that is a Saturday Morning
lest it disappear into the mourning
of work saved up all week long.
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freakynewchild
Tucker J. Collins
saxsquatch
David X. Hugo
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