these sheets curve aching shoulders- imprinted hours, the swell of hips echoing ephemeral locksmiths
I long to be where the fog meets the water
II. Empty hands, downturned reflecting pupils, rote-learned III. Corneas shield entropy, vanguarding absentia I. lashes fend cheekbones bend losses rend IV. lovers tend bruises mend nightmares end
The thing we created had value, its kneebones, its scars and callow alibis and I truly believe that green monster- that monster of yew and thyme- it could have carried on, beyond us- having the choice, I would have held its wrist and kept it by
Conception / Dispersal
The mother-seal in the spotted nylon dress holds up a dandelion clock for her pup who grasps it, blows, laughs like floating seeds in a summer breeze
Stars and dry stones began to fill my chest with panoramic views and deep, dappled shadows
Antiquity // Disconnect
Tracing-paper icons, warm absences in carbon Instilled with surplus hope in the atom between here and there This is a grip; momentary image of togertherness uncovered, semi-forgotten, beneath decrepitude and internalised promises Ecstatic assertions, captured, grow elusive Semaphored staccato hours degrade, composite loss
I lean towards you, a plant seeking light- I grow so achingly slow
The faded brush of the early morning, the russet and violet and cream and lime all pastel shaded, underscored by the cool water blues of Monday morning skies
Anonymous asked: Oh my god. Are you being serious about this?! THERE IS AN ENDER'S GAME MOVIE BEING PRODUCED RIGHT NOW?!?! Sweet.
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Shadows of springtime deface pristine pavements scouring chips and cracks for their lost light
Live in the middle distance.
Focus on a knot or a branch or a crack in the bark and let the fractured twigs speak their rustling words as commotion locomotes away
As the wheel of time grinds compliments to dust Stand under the gaze of the setting sun and its champagne gold breath Celebrate this party of a life in all its brief flashes of vigour and live a drenched laughing life as clouds roll by
Noun Phrase // Possessive
I like it when words become regular words, when “park” becomes “Wednesdays at 6” When me looking in becomes us looking out, when “hers” becomes “theirs”, becomes “this”
Ask Me To Try
I The weight of living pushes on my skin And now the rooftops look like spires, Belfries stark against a greying sky In my mind an outline fills; An inky blot, raised arms and chin Between the arches and the tiles Standing close to giving in II His gaze is understaring His eyes do not exist His cheeks are pale as stone (his handshake warm and brisk) III Reaching up to higher things Hoping arms...
Wanted: Pigeon Lover
Must have good sense of direction, be persistent, plump, good eye for worms
have you ever been an un-knitted glove woolen fingers prescient of grips yet to come? I am ready yarn but you’ll catch in my arms and pull at my chest and I’ll come undone
Condensation // Summer's Day
Today there was a cat in my house. I don’t have a cat. It must have snuck in somehow. I was eating my dinner and it slipped around the corner from the kitchen to the lounge. It was entirely, perfectly, white. I spent some quality time with this cat. She (for she was a she) was very pleased to be inside. She found my stairs, and crept up them, purring. I stroked her idly for a while. My...
Etude en Hiver
You are as solitary as the crackling of a single leaf dancing through the city’s streets end over end over end over end between empty brick tombs with mouths closed, sealed shut (You drift through secrets as if they were not there)
The Importance of Permission
Rusted white posts erupt from matted tresses. Trespassing on lines of sight they disrupt the air, shatter the image into irregular geometries jigsaw misdirections hanging, refracting the gaze like unexpected prisms
Shattered Man (Longing to belong) Rivers from the eyes make streambeds of cragged cheeks and run to the sea, seeping between flagstones into the earthen chill beneath the ground . Shattered man (Longing to belong) Rocks beneath the skin grind fingerbones to dust to ashes to ashes to / / dust to dust to ash . Shattered man (Longing to belong) Oh John Oh John
You are historic, I am contemporary. She’s original.
Explosions Reported at Boston Marathon
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March // Growing
Trees still bare their arms Wind buffets and blows new leaves- Taste of sunburned grass
I miss coastlines, and a sea’s intimacy with pebbles examining every contour of their complex geometry I miss jigsaws, and sore lips and hurricanes I saw in their source But seas recede, and scars fade and puzzles become unmade and you, my dear slowly drain away like wet sand, drying out
the cracked walls' hum
Waking, you find yourself lying flat, shoulders caressed by rotten boards You feel their rough grip etched in your skin in lines like worms on red soil through your sodden shirt You remember a rush of air, then the blood tang of salt water You think of angels for the second time today
Broken cries imply Teak boards, canvas, salt- Ghosts un-drowned
Uncomfortably aware of their shadows my empty hands cross inside my empty mind They are stubs; reachless and gripless A scarecrow bluffs in a barren field inside my empty mind
I trail obsolete paradigms like dust. The shattered glass of their suffocating shells has cut my heels: they blister, callus, indifferent to fragments of discarded mind and soul- but still waterfalls rise through cracks in my skin
Lonesome articles of consciousness, we are as shards of gold coins lost in the dark grasses thick at the end of the garden, shavings from a woodblock that curls elegant like a ballet dancer’s legs or pointe shoes or phosphorus excess energy in a complicated state entangled in eternity infinitely in...
Windows // Bridge
Exposed ribs; chapters Hiding whirlpools. Clear concsience In a clear box, high Spine brushing glass pane Sends shivers down, to my toes; Early morning sky
I eyelashes and fingertips and elbows shoulders and and and knuckles ankles and and kneebones and funny-bones II and and jawbones thighbones III and ribs oh, ribs and thumbs,yes and...
Bright, flickering eyes seated in a mobile face; sandpaper for his voice, gates for his lips (left unbarred) “Where is truth, but in movement?” pinned on his wall a faint outline of a smile traced on his mirror - the yesterdays will keep coming and the tomorrows...
Breathless lungs, fractal fireworks shooting up through grey photographic film. Half distant hunchbacked pillars blindly reaching and grasping through three seconds of exposure.
The Geometry Of Elegance
(finger-bones, eggshells) complete infinitely precise balanced structures within structures held together with clear tape and brown string wrapped around green eyes that cannot stop will not stop would not stop if they could oh so definite shimmering film edging soap-bubbles skin like water flicked across sand freckles spray-pattern a cutout jawline beneath eyebrows raised by thousands of...
You complicate me.
Our lives are scratches on a car window, highlighted by the rush of passing headlights Through the glass, the glow of hundreds of streetlights shies from the coating of dirt leaving shades of colour across the hard transparency Borne in brittle vibration digging swiftly across leeward- a matte gouge into brief shelter, which erode and become? Dust, stilled in motorway lights on a quiet evening...
13 / Before
A thick slick cable of nerves ties my tongue to my cerebellum and frost escapes my mind Running down my tongue, multiplying it shatters my lips, compresses my eyes I am twisted and mummified, in anticipation of myself
A blackbird emerges beneath the hedge and flinches upward in surprised parabola leaving my jaw wide with anxious delight
In which I watch an apple rot
Left before my eyes, this pale green Fruit was tenderly brought low Burnished by the hand of time Pale and golden brown, like dough Crevices remained obscure Light and dark were painted Rusted and collapsed, a star Imploding- supernova (tasted)
[[MORE]] I feel I ought to have a therapist or at least someone to discuss little problems with
Entr'acte: "It is snowing, still"
lips close. momentum maintained inward and down. doors drawn shut and corridors darkened lights flash out and die in subtle warning ambient safety. leg of moonbeam steps in. far walls maintain distant hollow affection. activity improbable. distrust impossible yet lingering. examine internal silence
the monster: tangled thumbs and eyes and half-two a-m smiles and disarray nonetheless a beautiful monster,
The weight of the past hangs- dead man’s fate harangues angry datekeepers, soft sleepers are deeper in fanged crates “he’s a keeper” she cries deeper in her eyes, her hate at the silver gate lies, asleep
I feel half finished, my collarbones a rough pencil sketch outlined in shadows taken from the crevices of my upraised hands- you have left my fingerprints undrawn
unfinished sentences and a half empty glass of salt water on a moss-covered table rough with weathering and peaceful with disuse
Childish grin Rusted tricycle Fishbone sky
A Toast, to the Future
Serene rivers flow among the clutter Sweet melodies sing to slowly warming skies … Rushes are parted- blessings are given A page turns- a chapter ends.
Someone // Grandparent
Sharp like a hawk but soft like an egg