Posts
-
face
my face is a cage
and the doves inside are suffocating
in a pile of their own shit
my arms are broken wings
and their featherless forms are useless
-
house
in the mud,
in the dirt,
in the silt,
in the pores of the earth,
with the worms,
the moles,
the bugs,
-
life, probably
what is the meaning of it all, anywho?
is it part of some grand scheme, some astral plot
to make us whole again
some day far from now?
perhaps, on the contrary, there is nothing;
are we born simply to exist?
-
diaspora
there is a crack in the eye of man
like glass, the light in the fracture
is split like the millions who came before it
never to reform
-
time heals
its tongue flicks at me.
out of the puddle of saliva rolls a pearl.
it dissolves.
what does it want from me?
it slithers away, back to its damp home.
-
stars
i once saw the face of god in the stars
which grinned as it opened its mouth wide
and its dust cloaked the earth
and its light drummed upon the ground
Loves
-
Water lilies
on the water floats
lovely and green and pale pink
a flock of frail birds.
-
A Different World
I went outside today, for the first time in a while.
I didn’t expect to see the twisted sight before me.
My eyes dropped open, full of shock and awe.
-
Birdwatching
meet me in the dream where the windows open onto bird flight
with sparrows flitting shadows across the room,