It has been a while since I visited this space
this phrase
this taste
that lingers on my hands that use it all
the invisible
the unlivable
that takes bites at my heart and the left ear
prickly pear
morning prayer
I mutter and scream regardless of life
who dies
advise
please advise on the nature of joy
of Troy
of God:
am I you or you I in this quest we call birth
we observe
and prefer
we emerge
and reverse
we occur
and we flirt
with the time that revolves in the quietest of rooms
don’t you wait! fill your womb
with the now and the myths
don’t you wait now! fill it with…
Tag Archives: poetry
pinocchio
they are the rocks
that the quarry never answered
(waitingforajoke)
or the big bang
they are the dreams
taking over my matter while you found
the dungeon
I keep them all in
it is the whale swallowing the wooden kid
δε∀†h θþξη ƒσΓ discussion
1 eye closed
I saw ½ the world
inventing treasures as I went
filling in the ______________ with projections
and children playing tic tac toe
missing people I could only hear or
sense from what seemed a galaxy elsewhere
they were just a few s s away
t p
e
not quite guiding my path with their shadows
a matter of pain and source:
³trust those shadows on my right
²turn my head all the way and at last
view the whole world
¹open my one eye closed and
glimpse catch SΕΕ
↓
that the shadows are the same on all → sides ←
↑
and the world experiences more
than I allowed myself
and my now open eye needs practice to love all
that IS
crazy means…
To look up at a cloudy sky
and feel the sun
to notice the stains on the carpeted bus
and live every drop of juice every
fingerprint on the A/C vent every
crumb left on the seat
to look at your face after so long
and feel that I know you so little
to look at your face after so little
and feel that I’ve known you so long
to board the prolific ship of my imagination without a pass
to drive through mountains looking over precipices and
feel my body fall and
arrive safely each
time
to step and
step and
step or
dive into the everything
into the nothing
to love you with conditions and
unconditionally hurt you
as I howl
to accept it all as is
to trust as I am suspended and
the ocean takes me ∇ and out
bar-tending a heart
a shot please
– was all that she requested
her hand waiting on that glass full of forgetting
instead your arrow went right through
first her left lung
you didn’t stop there no
her index was split in two as she pointed at your bow questioning
her eyebrow was arched into place by another shot
you stained her solar plexus too
↑
even her knee fell ←out→ of place
↓
you kept aiming
firing
wounding
until her shadow was heaving on the floor
and all that you could hear was her heart
in love
falling
The Naked Pianist 