Thursday, December 17, 2009

poemc?

The keen sense of the abused
stage a survival.
Hollowing moments that echo
breed in the tapping
silences of your smell.

Monday, December 7, 2009

poemb

It's turtles all the way down--
To mind's end
or a place too small to exist.

Carrying the world upon its back.
And universes bubble forth
as from a cauldron:
Into Rapid expansion
at the release of energy;
(a sigh or a laugh)
escaping unexpected in all its form.




*Is there an easy way to indent (by using the spacebar, and not only the tab? I hate that it's always such a chore to make a poem look like it's supposed to.

Saturday, December 5, 2009

poema

The preliminary examinations show severe blunt force
trauma to the head. The assailant
likely struck multiple times
before sitting down to have another drink.

Things had not gone as he planned.
Frustrated, he struggled for an
outlet. Something to be defeated.
A sense of control.

Friday, December 4, 2009

poem

The texture of thought
gnawing inside of my cheek.
Burying a hole my tongue can look
through; or uncovering an entrance:
salamanders lurk in full disclosure,
wagging tails like tongues.
Song of the soft pulp
of long-fallen trees,
in my hands
crumble.