it was either
something I said
or something I ate
(probably the former
as is common
as of late)
Thursday, March 27, 2008
Saturday, March 22, 2008
...easier than breathing...
there is nothing
easy about taking a deep
breath and slowing
down the world around
you but you try and try
and puff and puff
until it becomes easier
to feel relief and solace
in knowing the world
around you you created
easy about taking a deep
breath and slowing
down the world around
you but you try and try
and puff and puff
until it becomes easier
to feel relief and solace
in knowing the world
around you you created
Friday, March 21, 2008
...2:39 in the morning...
we can't do this:
no matter where we are:
we can be here:
instantaneously:
if necessary:
and if something did:
go wrong:
we wouldn't be notified:
because nobody knows:
we're here:
we're here:
but it is useless:
we might as well:
be at home:
ready to spring:
to attention:
to the upright:
position:
of the rest:
who walk with us:
at 2:39 in the morning:
if necessary:
no matter where we are:
we can be here:
instantaneously:
if necessary:
and if something did:
go wrong:
we wouldn't be notified:
because nobody knows:
we're here:
we're here:
but it is useless:
we might as well:
be at home:
ready to spring:
to attention:
to the upright:
position:
of the rest:
who walk with us:
at 2:39 in the morning:
if necessary:
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
...prayer and praise...
the softest side of the skin is unseen
the last wisp of hair glimmers without the sun
foreseen only in the distant detail
we look closer and closer at the clock
and hope it will stay still
no arm moving forward
or back to a false belief
but right here
and seemingly now
this will all be part of the cycle
just like the dismissal of cells
that appear as skin
when we fold our hands together
we pray that they cannot ever
separate or lose the other
this is not what we get
when we praise one another
when it is undue
this is what we get
when we finally get
what it is
that takes us over
the last wisp of hair glimmers without the sun
foreseen only in the distant detail
we look closer and closer at the clock
and hope it will stay still
no arm moving forward
or back to a false belief
but right here
and seemingly now
this will all be part of the cycle
just like the dismissal of cells
that appear as skin
when we fold our hands together
we pray that they cannot ever
separate or lose the other
this is not what we get
when we praise one another
when it is undue
this is what we get
when we finally get
what it is
that takes us over
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
...scurry...
are these squirrels
in my ceiling
or in my head
or is my head
the ceiling
I am thinking of?
in my ceiling
or in my head
or is my head
the ceiling
I am thinking of?
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