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What did one vulture say to another over breakfast?

18 Oct

Carrion. Carrion.

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Chapter 2 – Smell

31 Aug

Smell my hands

Inhale my growing fingers

Grasping your strong arm

Pale with the strain

Veins

Exploding

You are calling my name

In her bed

By her side

And she is grasping your arm

In the dream

You could smell me

And now

The musky scent only lovers live to make

And love

My fingers linger in memory

Empty thoughts are filled

For you

With the words I write

And when the wind is right

The smell

The sweet stinging smell of the fingers

Creating these lines

Chapter 2 – In a Foreign Land

29 Aug

I dance with strangers

Eating twinkies

Fondling my candy

Secret numbers

Play rotary with my brain

We are both strong

Yet time has its power

To wither away the largest stone

With the wind and the rain

I came, leaving the past behind

You erupted, a volcano in mine

My hands cold glass

Tears have long since frozen

Become a wooden woman child

Even before I knew the fire of love

I never felt your hot hand in desire

A flame cannot ignite an entire forest

Each tree has its own price to pay

Why did you tell me that you love me

Did you not want me to be free

Why did you tell me that you want me

When you plan to burn the forest

For the trees

Chapter 2 – Today

27 Jul

Today

The cemetery

Claimed three

The siren I’ve heard only

Once before

Sang of four

Seven souls slipped silently

Away

As I mailed my letters

As I wrote in the graveyard

As cursed the cold

Someone died today

Chapter 2 – Sacrifice

27 Jul

Now I lay my head to rest

My weary bones put to the test

I shut my eyes

I dream of death

Sublime and happiness.

Should it be prophecy

And come to light before

The sun has risen me –

I will not fight.

I’ll wear a smile

For those who have known me

In this life

And those I have known in the next.

And as the night surrounds me

I’ll awake from this slumber

Of suffering

And sacrifice.

Chapter 1 – Music of the night

9 Jul

Inspires a young man’s mind to

Painful confessions

Relative and past

I share with him

The sound of my own pain

He holds his head in woe

Of worldly conversations

Don’t go, he says

I am only wandering

We dance on the edge

With our sisters and brothers

Our toes teasing gravity

Our arms entwined

Unhappy homes

Lead us

Outside

Of ourselves

To each other

Never Once

2 Aug

Today

I woke, I worked, I walked

and never once wondered

how it would be if

If only you were here.

Tonight

I write and wrestle with the thought

that I never once wondered.

 

 

July 21, 2008

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