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jeudi, novembre 20, 2008

in folds an endless series

in folds she is tucked in
in folds in folds
in stories she is comforted
with terror and desire
and she is folded again in
geometrics
in backwards aging she is folded
into stories
in pasts and presents
in folds she is lost in fabric

in a hundred years she speaks
to me
in hundreds of stories the maze
of desires she speaks to me
in rules in reason

in the soft fabric
she panics
in soft fabric she swims through
the endless bedding

in rules and reason
she breaks me

5:51

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mercredi, octobre 22, 2008

in tunnels

In snow built capitals

we pass out in bliss

and in the icy dreams i hear her voice

echoing around the rim of the mad hatters top

she hasn't spoken in so long that i forget that i'm dreaming

he comes close and his face is itchy and those eyes

those smiling eyes that offer disappearing death

he crowns me with mercury

and we forget our madness

and they dance around the table changing seats and

throwing up tea cups

that suspend in mid air

daring me to drink a cacophony

They juggle the silence

and I dream I met them in tunnels

in icy bliss

4:51

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mardi, octobre 21, 2008

the eyes open
as lights move through the darkness
the eyes close
the thoughts are of painting in the dark
the eyes open
words of poetry like a stream
of matches freshly lit against the night

they were there
they were once there with me

like lanterns against ice
i remember, my eyes open as they close
and I see again into the darkness

3:28

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lundi, janvier 08, 2007

Flooding Dreams

the gray water flows in and out in flood land

cars sinking and swaying as if stones in the pond

I bend down to play reminded I'm a child

i find the purse of an unknown

a lost artifact now, something attached to a way of life

not a person

i my dream I grab for a camera but in the end of the world who will watch

my eyes must witness the rain,

a moment unto myself.

5:28

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mardi, juillet 04, 2006

crescent

I dream that i'm asleep.  My head lays quietly on the soft grassy 
earth. I lay out on a hill in the ancient ruins as the crescent moon sits 
perfectly arranged in the twilight blue sky.  I cannot tell if it is 
moring or night. I know that it is neither but eternal as  it is.  I awake 
and she comes near to me, her naked body above me breifly.  Her eyes 
blaze like emeralds and i'm awake in the dream.  In this impossible 
landscape anything and everything can happen without a twist.  In this world 
we are lovers before we sleep and I dream within my dream.

8:32

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vendredi, juin 02, 2006

sex of flowers

The sex of flowers
entangled in vines
pulled down into grass
my clothes stained w/ pollen
as I leave

9:16

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mercredi, mai 31, 2006

Summer Road

Dust in the eyes, caravan of sunlight streams, splitting the hover of dust off the dirt road. First drop plunks and the clouds amass thunderhead perfection as the sun slips near the horizon. Dark brilliance in droplets of heavy water, settling dust. The storms underside lights up and in that moment the chaos dances in full motion.

7:16

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