This is one just for you
Electronic ink on a page that scrolls
Like paper used to,
When the desert sands were younger
A few drips of thought
Sucked from a puddle of words
Trapped inside a chunk of bone
By the life-pulse regular as the minutes
This is one just for you
A poem, the last I'll ever write
Till the next one
Something to keep the hidden in sight
Long enough for time
To carry us all to a place for looking back
And gazing like tourists at the Canyon
Full of wonder, emptied of size
Pondering the patient water chisel-work
This is one just for you
A reader wrapped in a mind so alien
You couldn't be me
Hold it like a mirror: Cutting edges.
Silvered backing. Scratch too deep
And there'll be nothing to look at
Only a web of words glued
To the corner of an evening
Waiting for the fly to stray too far.
Saturday, December 22, 2012
Fatherhood
I am carrying the torch you Handed me Not handed. Placed Carefully This is sacred space. Was the carrying so heavy for you as well? Were yo...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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